The Night The Wings Woke Me

Are You Awake Yet?

Sometimes what seems like a silly sound in the night
is really your wild self
knocking on the walls of your comfort..

When the Noise You Can’t Explain Is Really a Message You Can’t Ignore

It happened in that velvet hour between dreams and dawn—
the space where the world holds its breath
and the walls between realms grow thin.

I was sound asleep.
Then suddenly—

Crash.
Buzz.
Thump.

It sounded like a flying insect had gotten trapped in the room.
Frantic. Desperate.
Like it was crashing against the walls, trying to escape.

I sat up.
Switched on the lights.
Looked around.

Nothing.
Not a wing. Not a shadow. Not a whisper.

My husband—logical, half-asleep—said,
“You probably dreamed it.”
Maybe I did.

But deep down, I knew…
Some dreams don’t come to be forgotten.

What Was It, Really?

A bug?
A restless echo?
Or something else—something realer than real?

In many traditions, a buzzing sound with no source is considered a spiritual sign—
an urgent whisper from your subconscious,
or a soul-stirring nudge from the unseen.

To me, it felt like a message:
Something inside me wants out.

The Symbolism of Wings That Crash

That sound in the dark?
It reminded me of a truth I often try to silence:

We all have parts of ourselves—ideas, instincts, dreams—that long to be seen.
They don’t ask politely.
They buzz, they bang, they break the silence.

And if we don’t listen?
They grow louder.
Until we do.

What If the Noise Was You?

That’s what I’ve been asking myself.

What if the sound wasn’t outside me—
but the part of me I’ve been trying to ignore?
The version that refuses to stay quiet.
The dream, the story, the calling I keep putting off “until I’m ready.”

A Wake-Up Call with Wings

Maybe it was real.
Maybe it was metaphor.
Maybe it was magic.

Whatever it was, I’m done pretending it didn’t happen.

Because here’s what I know:

Sometimes the thing that wakes you in the night
is the life you’re meant to live, pounding to get in.

Your Turn to Wake Up

If you've heard something—anything—that made you pause...
don’t dismiss it.

That odd noise?
That weird dream?
That stubborn idea that won’t leave you alone?

It’s not random.
It’s your intuition, banging against the walls of your old life.

Open the window.
Let it fly.
Begin again.

“Want the unfiltered, moon-drenched version I wrote before SEO got involved?
Read the original poetic version here.”