Wings
I have emerged
My white quills extend past my arms by meters
I have been given the ability to lift myself and soar
No longer will I cast this dark shadow over myself
I am still Human
I am no Angel
I have no powers
None but the ability to escape
I will take myself by the warm drafts of the crisp wind into a new world
A World where I can go and truly set myself free
My ever-changing path is guided by the faith no longer concealed within my core
It will be the only compass that leads me to the action of living
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