Clipped wings


Clipped wings only made the sky heavier.

Only intensified the thought of what it would be like,

up there.

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.


8 thoughts on “Clipped wings

  1. This was awesome. I loved the repetitive use of clipped wings to remind of the significance of the air’s weight that carried the burden of resistance.

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