Clipped Wings Poem by Le Griot Electronique

Everything tells me to fly
I ask... why should
and HOW can I?

The answer...
Use you God-Given gift.

Fly.

Why?
Fly.
Why?
FLY!
Why?
FLY! ! ! !


My wings flutter
with all the strength I can muster.

But no ascent to dance
with
the courting wind...

Only
more
pitter...
patter
more
flutter...
flutter.

I feel summoned
to rise by whatever means necessarily within me
so..
I hop, I skip, I run, I scurry,
but me,
soaring towards the burning sun?
What makes me the one?

Every flap of my wings feels good,
even more than I thought I could.
But my true destined motion
is stunted
stagnated..

What's this thing?
Damn..

Clipped wings

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My flapping increases.
Yearns to fulfill my destiny
which appears so seemingly
daunted.

Clipped wings shakened
but now... awakened
Decades of painful reeling
Clipped wings begin their gradual healing.

Time is now near
The wind is again here.

Flap...
FLAP...
FLAP! ! ! !
MORE! ! ! !
with unharnessed effort and then

SOAR....!

Stagnated no more...

FLY little one....
FLY on...
Dance with the wind
Towards the Sun.

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