One By Wings

Monday, September 19, 2022

Oh, here it is…

My wings, my flow,

This love, I chose.

This debt, not owed,

My oar, my row,

No longer my loath.

….ain’t stuck on this boat.

I glide, I soar,

This air, not cold,

Air molds, wind blows,

Frustrations and scold,

Like feathers,

They gone…

Untethered, each falls,

Like babies,

Free fall.

-Budd

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