Great way to start my day reading this.

You carry grief and freedom together in a way that feels deeply personal. The poem moves from mourning into release without forcing the transition, and that gives it a quiet authority. It feels earned.

I especially liked the shift into rootlessness as choice rather than wound. “For rootless / is how I wish to remain” and the final turn toward wings give the poem a real sense of self-claiming. Not escape, something fiercer.

And the rhythm helps. The short lines let the thoughts rise and fall like breath, which suits the subject well. By the end, what stays behind is a feeling of someone who has suffered, traveled inward, and chosen motion over confinement.