And with that, she soared

She wept a little while

But she picked herself up with strength no one could ignore

Pulling old wings out of the closet, she smiled

Dusted them off

Checked the fit

And then she took off

With a peacefulness she would never quit

No one seemed to understand

They judged and made up stories

Said; "she never loved that man"

Oh, but she did, with love that was roaring

But she was born to fly

It was time to start soaring


Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (@rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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