Ever so patiently.
...For that day I can fly again.
When these wings become,
all but dormant.
When they reach to the heavens,
and reach to the masses,
and try to surround them with love.
They are growing inside.
I feel them.
I know that I will fly,
again one day soon.
I pray that when I unleash them,
and that they pull from my back,
that they will be not the grandest,
or most beautiful,
but the enbodiment of me.
I only wish that I could use them,
to protect the ones that I love,
and that the ones that I love,
see that I will protect them.
.......I pray it's soon......
The day I can fly again.
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.