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!
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