Earn Wings

Craving for change isn’t the routine any longer. Maybe you don’t know what is, and maybe you won’t ever, but the virtue of believing that there is, won’t stop you from trying. In tribute to that which remains unknown, here is a short poem.

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Earn wings
not to strike
but to shift from one to another
for life is nothing but particular.

Earn wings
to be patient
it isn’t what you’ve gone through
but what you’ve done
what you were before “it” happened
and what you are now after it’s done.

Earn wings
don’t dwell in the past
they prick
they hurt
they don’t caress
the truth is
they just blind you to think you’re not the worthiest.

Earn wings
for there will be complications
it’s life, not your world of expectations
nothing works out the way you want
so what?
stop the cringe when
you cry when you want to
anger when you have to
those are complications too
but as easy as they come
don’t succumb to those who can’t forgive.

Earn wings
your goals will never end
they come and go
the answer lies in those trying moments
when you know you need to start letting go.

Earn wings
replace the nest
to become a crest
against the immovable
the dishonest
and guess what
you know the rest.