Release
Sometimes our broken
wings fold in prayer
deep inside somewhere
refusing to fly
even though
they healed long ago
they ache
until our soul
yawns
and releases
them into flight
over and
over and
over.......
Rozanna Landavazo
copywrite 2015
Yes, I can see that, a little leery myself. Been a long time since I've seen a blog, doesn't seem anyone is doing it any more save newspaper folk.
ReplyDeleteFeels kind of good to share here again
DeleteMy wings are still folded in prayer. I like this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Barb!
DeleteEncantada de leerte nuevamente. Te dejo un abrazo,
ReplyDeleteGracias. I am honored that you are visiting my blog. Te dejo un abrazo.
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