Wings
Years…
You’ve clipped them.
You’ve tried to keep me.
Its’ time to let me go.
Let go.
You still try to keep me.
I still have them
But
I just don’t know how to use them.
I still try.
You still get mad when I do.
Yet,
I jumped
I couldn’t use them.
You never allowed me to.
I fell.
You helped me up
But,
You still wouldn’t let me go
I jumped again.
This time I soared.
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