Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

These Wings - Poem by Ruth warren

To love and be loved, I must
shed these wings, walk in
darkness, forget the beauty
in things.

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
day.

If I give my wings away, myself I
cannot be, all reflections of my
life, will be washed away from
me.

To love I must be just how 'they'
want me to be, to be loved, I
must let go of all that is simply
me.

So these wings I'll keep and soar
within the winds, just being me,
all alone again.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006



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