They aimed right at her wings,
The wings that would take her nowhere but up,
They made sure there was no escape,
But before it was fired, she flew past them,
Miles away.
She just had bruises,
Which forever reminded her,
She was strong,
Strong enough to get away,
Strong enough to chase the clouds.
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Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
