It starts as tightness
tingling
across bare shoulder blades
becomes an itch
I can’t quite reach
stretch my spine sinuous
slow
vertebrae by vertebrae
long for a shot of whiskey
or three
liquid gold disinhibition I can blame
for the reckless choice
I am about to make
I finally let go
tightly coiled control
gasp with relief
as I finally unleash the darkness
onyx feathers rip
sharp and true through the flesh of my back
talons shoot from fingertips
toes
bones burned hollow
by demon fire dwelling in my belly
exquisite pain of rebirth
brings me briefly to my knees
I arise something new
wipe the blood from my mouth
spread fledgling wings
and with the lift of the north wind
I claim the night sky
mine
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
A poem about despair and finally finding redemption. I love this. It inspired me.
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Allowing ourselves to be who we are in both our darkness and our light is incredibly empowering.
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Very true
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Flight of the WereRaven, and on the night’s Plutonian shore she cries, “SILENT NEVERMORE!”
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❤ Most excellent response!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray takes flight on black wings.
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Incredible! ❤
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Thank you Penny!
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Rather beautiful and spine tingling imagery.
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Thank you- trying to give shape to the complexity inside me
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It is amazing what our Muses initiate within us.
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It is indeed
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