wings aflutter
sometimes,
when i am most despondent
when i feel i have betrayed
or been betrayed
too many times to count
(or handle)–
just then
when i doubt myself
my wisdom
my power
my grace
(my existence)–
right then
wings aflutter
an angel comes
(in myriad forms)
bringing a reflection
of my wholeness
my beauty
my strength,
and I remember.
it’s okay to be flawed
and fabulous
(thank you)