Paper Wings

I cannot fly

with these flimsy wings;

they will not

withstand the winds

of my future.

That is why

you are building me up

by tearing

my selfish notions down.

Smooth down

the rough edges

of my character

and make me stronger.

Make me fly high

into tomorrow’s skies

with the power

to endure any gust.

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