Wings of Change

Like a bird, the future has wings. It can soar across the winds of imagination, or live by hood and jess, wings clipped, caged. Flex strong muscles, light bones meant for flight. I breathe freedom. Taste the wind and wait for clipped feathers to grow back. The open sky holds all possibilities. Only my choices can limit me. I feel the strength of possibility filling me. Stretching out new-found wings, I fly.

©Sonja Torres 1998

©Luis Royo
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