Broken Wings Make Broken Women (Or perhaps it is the other way around?)


Leading in a man’s world.

Is like being dropped from the sky, expected to fly.

“This is how you do it,” they say, “Open your wings. It’s easy. Watch.”

But I don’t have wings, so I land hard, the breath knocked from my lungs. 

On the ground is where we find each other. Delicate hands stretching up to wonder. 

Why are they flying and we are not? What have we done wrong? 

Some of us scrap together makeshift wings. “It’s all about confidence,” they say, flying like Icarus into the sky. 

We never see them again.

The younger ones throw themselves into the air, over and over. Kites desperate to catch the wind, only to bounce and crash across the ground.

The older ones sit down and watch, mending wings and giving advice.

It used to be much worse, they say.

Things are getting better, they say.

Just try harder, they say.

I am becoming one of the older ones.

I look at the wings in my lap, broken and splintered. They are too heavy, too big. Fit to another.

They are not our wings. No amount of confidence or belief could make them fly. And yet we sew and patch, try them on again.

Broken wings make broken women… Or perhaps it is the other way around?

I gather and carry the wings away. Set them down gently. Build a pyre. 

The other women see the light, move towards its brightness. Dragging their wings behind, they approach to offer their own to the flames.

We stand, blinking back the heat, hotter and hotter. The air expands, and like bits of twirling ash, we begin to rise.

Straight. Up.

We are flying.

3 thoughts on “Broken Wings Make Broken Women (Or perhaps it is the other way around?)

  1. dodie says:

    We aren’t broken at all. We are feared. We are capable of so much. Our hearts and souls soar to heights greater than any wings could carry them. Mother Earth and Mother Nature nourish while Father Time isn’t all too kind. We’ve got this 😇💕

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