these wings of mine
were meant to fly
they are woven with
strength
painted with resilience
the sharp knife
of your words
threatening to cut them
to leave me torn
but I am not wounded
-I am rising
these wings of mine
were meant to fly
they are woven with
strength
painted with resilience
the sharp knife
of your words
threatening to cut them
to leave me torn
but I am not wounded
-I am rising