the big project

now, it seems, I'm having it easy;
all is so well

what has changed?
certainly not I
-- still not taking it easy...

still afraid that 'now' is an illusion,
'well' is just a facade

might that be my biggest flaw;
not trusting anything?
is that what they tore off
when they clawed me years ago?

(I'm a reasonable person,
I know that the world will stand
without me holding it up)

you who are older & wiser,
tell me,
do they grow back?
-- wings.

something for me to work on