Open Your Wings and Fly

May 22, 2015 Creative Writing , Poems 2 Comments

you did not see her face
but the naked grace
at which she probe underneath her wings
on the marshy ground
like searching for a seedling
or a geographic trace

May be she is digging up a hole
to find a path and rescue her soul
if only she can look above
raise from the ground
and shake he wings,
she can learn to fly
and fly out from the muddy pit

Deformity is such a low blow to society
we sling ourselves often in swamp of remorse,
then look above and find a new sky
lift the wings of blessings and fly.

Rise above the quicksand below your feet
Open your wings and fly
do not drown yourself in dirt and grief.
Open your wings
and discover a clear sky.