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
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