Wings

I jumped off a cliff

Waiting to plummet to the distant, unforgiving Earth


But my wings arose

Awakened by the fierce winds

Strong as the hate that still separates people even to this day


They carried me to the azure sky

Overlooking the sea stained with the blood of men

Black as the depths of hell

Beautifully decorated in all its feathers

Yet, magistic in all its power


I soared freely 

Remembering the floods of tears of the ones who will never be forgotten

As their freedom was stripped away

And their families broken


And finally it dawned on me

Like the rising sun

My life is worth living 

Not only for myself 

But also for my forefathers

Who dreamed of my bright future




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Usually. Metaphorical wings are lovely - slc



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