Learning To Fly
god muscles up
raw emotions bristle
neurons synapse and spark
she hesitates
learning to fly
the hair stands up
on the back of my
neck I shiver
remember to breath
learning to fly
her statue is as hard
as marble but she’s
as soft as vulerability
and so a woman
she’s learning to fly
with every day she
reinvents her future
she knows what she wants
she doesn’t hesitate
she’s learning to fly
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