The wings of life

Born bare.
Years come
They slash you
With stones and
Branches of experience.
The wings of life
Start to show
Through the scars
That show
On your back.

Yes, they hurt.
Yes, it’s unfair.
But keep on going
Because you are
Growing wings
That may look
Like sharp bones.

Wipe the blood
Wipe the thoughts
Don’t let the thoughts
Anchor you.
Your feathers
Will soon show.
Get rid of those stones.
Remove them
Or stand on them.

Use them or
Throw them away.
It must not hold
You down
Because your time
To fly will soon be here.

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