Without Legs, We Fly

by Amalia

The hurt you embrace becomes joy
Call it to your arms where it can change

A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon
Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks

Silkworms begin to truly exist
as they disappear inside that room

Without legs, we fly

When I stop speaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings…

— Jalal ad-Din Rumi

There’s always hope in everything…