Wings,
as beautiful as they can be.
Looking like they are ready
to cut across clouds,
to race the wind.
Potential,
Blessings,
Abilities,
the world sees in them.
But stuck they are
in time
in fear
in doubt
No memories of flying
flapping even.
Their fears petrify them
so much so
that they themselves are petrified now.
Weight of their failure
crushing dreams
before they are fully formed....
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