Roots and Wings

When I was young

All I ever wanted were wings to fly away with

When I was old enough

I flew the coop so to speak

I flew and I flew and I flew

Until I realized I was no longer flying

But running away

I found myself crying

Alone

With broken wings

And nothing to keep me grounded

I used my broken wings one last time

Flew as far as I could one last time

And landed in place were I could grow some roots

I find myself deliciously grounded now

Happy with my roots

Growing branches out of my head

Watching the birds build nests

Using the life force of my body

As shelter against the next storm

#art #spring #spirituality #happy #love #life #learning

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