My wings
My wings were covered.
My wings were unseen.
But now,
I can fly again.
I can simply be.
Breathing and living,
playing and running,
running through the fields,
laughing and enjoying.
Learning to enjoy who I am
and even what I am not.
Every little smile,
every little tear,
every breath,
every piece of me.
This is who I am.
Not perfect,
but full of beauty.
The beauty of simply being.
The beauty of breathing.
The beauty of laughing and crying.
The beauty of being free.
My wings were never gone.
They were only covered.
And now,
I can see them again.

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