Hear With Wings

The wings of my heart fly and guid me through the atmosphere of pain and suffering. They calm me as I glid over the mountains and through the fluffy clouds that move along with me. The clouds guide my wings as if I were a pilot, flying through the sky of my Soul. Oh! How lovely are these wings! They fit just right. I would never want to take them off. At times, I do have to take them off. On the days when my heart feels at ease, I put them aside; safe in my Soul. At the times that I must struggle with my existence, I pull them out and quickly put them on so that I don't get lost; lost in the deep end of the ocean. I need these wings to guide me in the right and hopeful paths through my life's journey. I don't have them yet. I have to save money for them and get my pilot license, too; it is too expensive. Ha! Ha!