Walking With My Wings
I have wings but cannot fly,
I feel them clinging strongly on to me,
I sense their flying potential,
But still I seem not to fly.
I'm a mature caterpillar stuck in my casing,
Needing a stimulus to spread out my wings,
Striving to have the most beautiful wings,
Not knowing I just need to make my first flight.
Are my wings a heavy burden?
Do I deserve these wings?
Is it too much responsibility?
Is my fate to just walk?
I fear I may age my wings out,
Without even testing its capabilities,
Locked within the comforts and simplicity of walking,
But I will fly, I must fly and I know I'll fly high.
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