FlyA Poem by lostplasticOne
day I found that I could fly
I found I would be precise
Can I be OK with who I am
Not with who I was
The fear of deprivation
The fear of being consumed
The fear of release
I have broken my wing
I can hear the pain
I can heal my soul
But I can not fly © 2021 lostplastic |
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Added on November 21, 2021 Last Updated on November 21, 2021 Author
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