Wings
she could feel her wings
beating against the inside of her
like some sort of restless bird,
ready to take flight
but she was stationed to the ground
her feet making imprints in the grass,
as the blue sky turned into night
and she watched about day go by
she was ready for the change of something new
to start over once more
but,
she was scared of heights
and her wings, she learned
were long ago clipped
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