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Don’t clip my wings
My paintbrush has traced many lines
My feathers have flown in many formations
A commander of confidence
I am flying
My heart is racing
I know I am alive
Am I living?
These talons need to be removed.
Where are my wings?
What happened to my art?
I remember a paintbrush.
Why am I naked?
Did I doubt it?
Did I clip my wings?
~Reborn
Copyright ©
Malcolm Brooks
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