Wrote this a year or two ago I think? I'm not pro but I like it~
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Today I felt like I had wings, wings to fly away with.
I've always had them, but I couldn't fly.
Or maybe I didn't want to try.
I sat and watched everyone else fly away,
wishing I could go with them.
I was saddened they didn't wait for me
or take me with them.
Why couldn't I see my wings then,
to know I could fly, too?
I was waiting for someone with wings to ask me
if I'd fly away with them,
but I sat and watched them fly off into the sunset.

As I sat on the hill, watching the sun set in the distance,
I thought for awhile about everything.
The more I thought, the more pain I felt,
but I couldn't understand why.
Something came towards me from behind,
but before I could look my hand was taken
and into the sky I went with this stranger.

Next to me they flew.
I soon realized that I, too, was flying!
For the pain I was feeling was the growing of my own beautiful wings!

(c) R. Rogers - August 22nd 2007