I need wings to fly
A starting point and a destination.

I need a companion and a breath of wind,
even headwind, to become strong.

I am on a journey to grow,
to inspire,
and to be inspired.

I am on a journey
to be close,
but to have courage to go far,
leaving something behind,
and then: to return again.

I need wings,
to allow myself to let go 
or hold on to.

I need wings 
to discern between the essential and the irrelevant, 
and to stick to what I find sacred;

to have the courage to love,
and to be loved in return;

to be significant to myself 
and open, present to others.

I need wings,
strong or fragile,
wings in my size.

Wings to call my own.

My Wings.

Only then will I be able
to turn my gaze into the light,
and shut out the land of shadows;

to open my wings and fly.
Deep peace within me.

Recycled and leftover textiles, 100x300cm, 2020