My Wings Were Wet

My wings were wet

I could not fly.

Weighted down by tears from the sky.

Caught in a storm

I was unprepared to weather.

Thinking, “I could get through this

If only we were together.”

My wings were wet

I could not fly.

Sitting in silence

Imagining unspoken goodbyes.

On occasion I felt the sun peek through.

And my wings began to dry with each memory of me and you.

My wings got wet

I could not fly.

I gasped for air that day you died.

Each day the sun shone a little more;

And thinking of you my wings dried brighter and stronger than ever before.

Until one day, my wings they dried

No longer wet from the tears I had cried.

I lifted myself up once more.

Higher and higher, I embraced my new view

Lifted up by the memories of me and you.

 

— Julie Avellino, inspired by my wet bee friend…who eventually dried off and made it on his way and dedicated to my Uncle Peter who passed away on Sunday 5/29/2016.

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Julie Avellino is an entrepreneur and an artist at heart. She is an inspirational and fiction writer covering many issues that affect divorced women, parenting, dating, sex and even business. She is the founder of Divorce Glow, and runs divorce coaching workshops for women.

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8 comments

  1. Beautiful poem Julie, you are a talented writer! Brought back such emotions of when I lost my dad. So sorry to hear of the passing of your uncle!

  2. Love it!! You’re very talented in so many ways Julie. You’re lucky you have a lot of creative outlets 🙂

  4. This such a touching poem, and yes, it speaks to my heart. Thank You, more than words can express for this beautiful tribute to my brother .

    1. Thank you! Best compliment is always a shared post — so if you know anyone who may like my writing too please share 🙂

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