There are times when
I think it would be best
To fold away these paper wings
To abandon the words
I used to give so easily So freely,like the smile of a child
There are times when
my feathers fall like dirty snow
Marred by my thoughts and tears and tainted blood
Torn by my failures
shortcomings Plucked away and stolen by hurtful, petty things
There are times when
I do not see beauty
My eyes close, and I,
ignorant and selfish
Forget to feel joy
at the miracle of sunlight on
my skin cease to exult
in the glory of my tiny existence.
There are times when
I think it would be best
To fold away these paper wings But I always spread them wide
again, remembering with love
The sweet freedom of my flight.
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