My Wings

My wings are iridescent.
They sail by reflecting the sky.
Not everyone likes this.
I have been caught many times -
Someone stood on my wings
As if that new height
Would make them fly and glow,
While I was crawling.
The cruel ones do not know
That you cannot soar, cannot shine 

By holding any form of light down.

I leave them wondering why.
Even in the dark,
My wings resemble the stars
That cannot be grounded.
So I fly.

Copyright LJ 2021