Moon glows on black waters--

Closed eyes
arms spread--
wings of sand bound to my back
sea waves drag me in,
not letting go.
I can't go on. Anymore.
The howl
calling for victory
invisible claw prints march across my mind.

My eyes open--
Coyote's yellow eyes stare at me.
Hot breath, my breath, our breath
I rise.
Sand wings fall,
Raven wings grow,
I fly.

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I'm a first-generation Latin-American poet born to immigrant parents. I happen to have cerebral palsy, and I'm bound to a wheelchair. I dedicate myself to the art of writing fiction, poetry, and travel writing. I'm fortunate to travel all over the world and aspire to launch my blog, www.travelonwheels.org. Its purpose will be to raise awareness about accessibility and all the while exploring disability etiquette. My preferred genres are historical fiction, fantasy and free-verse. The poem "Rise" was written to describe a dream, but like any true piece of art, it's open to readers' interpretations.