These Wings - Poem by Ruth warren
To love and be loved, I must
shed these wings, walk in
darkness, forget the beauty
Open my heart to the pouring
rain, learn to accept the
true reality, 'with love there
is always pain.
Maybe I should keep my wings,
and fly far away, never to look
back, or have a pain filled
If I give my wings away, myself I
cannot be, all reflections of my
life, will be washed away from
To love I must be just how 'they'
want me to be, to be loved, I
must let go of all that is simply
So these wings I'll keep and soar
within the winds, just being me,
all alone again.
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