Among my musings there is a memory of what I once was.
A feeling of freedom,
of joy at everything I do,
a peace,
a sureness,
a wind beneath my wings.
And now everyday bears a thunder cloud,
my companions bear faces etched with worry,
and a tantalizing ray of light
breaks through in the
far distance,
barely visible.
The wind no longer beneath me,
but a barrier,
a wall of resistance…
My wings are broken.
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