Clipped wings only made the sky heavier.
Only intensified the thought of what it would be like,
Clipped wings turned in, and folded against a mighty heart
that beat its fist against a coursing wind.
Then reached out to soar upon that same strength.
Though frayed and tattered,
clipped wings were an extension of the freedom they sought.
The innate desire for elevation.
Even clipped, they painted their purpose
in brushing strokes.
Fanning a faith that they could not see.