My wings are long gone,
the gold in my veins
replaced by something much duller.
My claws more often
turn to my own frail skin
than to the throats
of those who oppose me.
This body tires too quickly;
it needs far more from me
than I ever want to give.
Sometimes, the wind nudges me onward.
Sometimes, the birds join in my song.
Sometimes, the trees lend me their branches,
and maybe my time spent here is worth it.
even in this form,
I am still Holy.
I'm Too Big For This Body | @faeriescribe