A poem of Hope, Love and Flight

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My wings are folded 

Hiding

Just not quite ready to

Unfurl

She said

But she believed they were there.

So I tentatively reached behind

To see if I could feel 

The soft down of a feather

To see if she really saw

what I could not feel

the wonder I could not believe.

And there it was

A tiny shimmer

Of velvet stroked my fingertip

Maybe because she saw them

They became real

She believed I could fly

She held the light 

And showed me in

All the darkness

That I did not have to be afraid

That I was never alone.

That I could dance

On golden wings

That I could soar

They unfurled because she 

Witnessed their softness

And her belief

Made them real

Made them beautiful

Her love was flight.