Wings
A release so pure
It lets out its own sigh
Apart from mine or thine
To read is redemption
To write is freedom
Wings so large they span
across the globe
To let go
Even if only on paper
And not in life
Is still salvation
sweet and lush and ripe
To give it up for a life
where I can breathe
I can't imagine
Only writing gives reprieve
If I ever were to leave
I'd fear the thought
of having my wings taken
from me.
Copyright © Zaida Ruiz | Year Posted 2012
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