Wings

Sitting

on the thinnest of branches

a balancing act.

Swaying

a breeze that carries promises

washes over me.

Smothering

it whispers secrets of my future

of hope and love

of dreams and desire.

Softly

brushing my skin

pushing into my lungs

filing me.

Making me full.

Whole again.

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