You would never know you had wings, unless you turn back and take a close look..
You would never know they could fly you high, unless you take a step down away from your nest..
You would never know the strength of your wings, unless you flap them on your very first flight..
You would never know if your wing is broken, unless you let it spread open..
You would never know if you can fly again, unless you go out and try again..
You would never know how high you can fly, unless you look above, fly ahead, beyond the sky..
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Wrote this a while ago, finally made its way here.
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Love and peace✌
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