After such a long time of fighting to stay here,

my spirit demands it’s time to leave.

I’ve spent years building my wings.

Big and colorful and earnest, they ache to spread, to test the wind, but I like them where they’re safe.

Even as it becomes more and more painful to keep them contained in dust-gathering familiarity.

I’m afraid to trust that they can hold me,

that my heart’s most indulgent daydreams could be worth letting spill into the lives and resources of other people.


A/N: The illustration side of my body of work is starting to gain more traction, as my 9-5 job is actively destroying my health and entrepreneurship is beginning to look more and more possible. It’s scary!


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