Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I’ll rise.– Maya Angelou
“Move..move..this is the moment, fly..”
I was hearing a sound within, something like, a whisper,
A voice, from the far.. someone was calling me inside.
I wanted to stretch my wings, but I felt a dying pain,
They were broken, but still, alive.
I wanted to scream, the pain was high.
A darkness covered me, I looked at the sky.
I heard that voice again, it whispered again,
“Move..You have the wings my dear,
For once at least, try..”
I closed my eyes, breathed a deep,
and replied, “Yes”.
With my feet upon the sky, I started, to fly..
Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI rise
[I am taking my blog to the next level with Blogchatter’s #MyFriendAlexa 2019]
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