My wings, they are new, unclipped

I had another pair, but the growth was stunted

Finally, plucked to bare skin, my pale skin

I hopped along, looking up at what was


My cage door was left ajar, it's fine filigree escorted me

To the outside, were two hands, cupped to hold me

Two hands, warm and assuring

I sat upon them and absorbed their heat


With tender stroking, my head, made sad eyes smile

I began to sing, I sang a song I had forgotten long ago

A song with words the owner of these hands did know

My bare skin stretched and arched into bows, covered with petals

Feathers were my past


In eyes I could see him with mine

I saw myself in liquid sky

I made great fan blades and began to fly

These hands may not be meant for me to hold, but I can wish

His love is gold

I love this

Me too...((( K )))

thank you so much ladies. I won't quit writing what I feel. I know I am not alone with these feelings <3