No Wings to Carry Me Away

There are no wings to carry me away.
The Gods do not seem to want me,
yet they will not reveal my purpose.
As I wander aimlessly about the earth.
Trying to make my own way,
with paints and words, as though they
are my only constant companions.
I see beauty fleetingly, in the sun,
peeking through the crack in my blinds.

I keep the blinds down and the shadow in,
maybe I'll melt in the sunshine if
there is too much warmth and light.
So I'm stuck here living hour by hour,
wondering seriously why.
There must be a reason, some purpose,
I have done my duty to humanity
saved lives, given birth, comforted.
Yet there are no wings to carry me away.

Shinemyrtle