The embattled

The wings upon our backs are frayed
battered by the storms of sentence
refusing to disappear into dust
still unwilling to return
rejuvenated with touches of hope and trust

We cannot carry on
with the burden of weighted flight
living and learning
rejecting the disappearance
of our ability to balance left with right

Blindfolded is the march
upon the edges of a cliff so steep
we are unsteady at the highest
these wings unbiased
the heart of the journey is ours to keep

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