Wings

the wings are still there
propped in a dark corner
of a forgotten room
since childhood

tattered and moth-eaten
dull gray with dust
feathers drooping
beneath Time’s weight

they whisper of a dream
where anything is possible
where I can fly
if only I believe

and possess a child’s courage
to strap on gossamer wings
constructed of faith and innocence
and leap blindly into space

© 2019  KT Workman

 

16 thoughts on “Wings

  1. The fact that you have the blog, continue to write, and face the dreaded blank piece of paper on a regular basis shows that you still wear the wings from time-to-time. Unless, of course, you’ve grown a pair that stays hidden until you need them. Another wonderful piece, Kathy.

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