Wings

The wings are still there
Propped in a dark corner
Of a forgotten room
Since childhood

Shaggy 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 innocence and faith
And leap blindly into space

Photo from Pixabay

31 thoughts on “Wings

  1. I’ve learned to change the dream into a goal, take the leap and never look back… because you cannot fly straight while looking behind you. And I think all cherished dreams are worth the leap, for even if you eventually fall you’ve fallen while trying… while living life. And living life is what it’s all about, not sitting safe in a nest watching the world go by. And I may not accomplish all my dreams, but I’ve sure accomplished my share. Excellent post, Cathy.

    PS: Just remember not to leap during a strong cross-wind. 🙂

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    • Thanks, JW…you’ve made some excellent points. I’ve found that the older I get, the harder those leaps are to make, brittle bones and all that, you know. Don’t wanna do any permanent damage.😊

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