My wings grow weaker,
I feel fainter in a solo-flight
heading into the brilliant-sun,
discovering truths of fiery-passion,
these reckless reasons to fall apart.

The wax at my joints
is becoming unglued,
it's frightful,
becoming unhinged.

I am the darkest of angels
seeking the light,
starting
to shed my delicate feathers,
scared & trembling.