My Journey to Wings
I let them tell me they were broken,
and that my wings were never there.
I lost my creative spirit,
and slowly, I began not to care.
I listened to the voices,
ones who said "the world will never be kind."
I believed and ran,
and never looked behind.
The road was rough.
alone, and many times falling down.
But I embraced my journey,
...and there, my wings were found.
Unbroken wings, revealed.
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