And with that, she soared
She wept a little while
But she picked herself up with strength no one could ignore
Pulling old wings out of the closet, she smiled
Dusted them off
Checked the fit
And then she took off
With a peacefulness she would never quit
No one seemed to understand
They judged and made up stories
Said; "she never loved that man"
Oh, but she did, with love that was roaring
But she was born to fly
It was time to start soaring
Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (@rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)
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