Contemplation
Wings
To be me
Picture credit: Vaiju Panchal, used with permission
Wings, I had two, to fly
But din’t know what it took to fly
.
Crippled and locked in my own nest
I refused to see the gift of flight, in my own chest
.
I was afraid to stretch and see their span
To count on my feathers, and to honour them
.
All it took was a great fall to the ground
From where I could no longer drown
.
I had to look above and see the sky
Fear not, came the reply
.
A leap of faith, led me to quitting my old ways
And start believing in the power of the new days
.
I spread my wings like a bud would blossom
Petal after petal, effortlessly, it opened
.
I fluttered them, in disbelief
I was high up in the air, as a gentle breeze
.
I was finally me, I could not hold my tears
I wondered what took me all these years!
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