Meant To Fly

Fragile wings still fly–
albeit with a lover’s care,
a ballerina’s grace.
Gusty winds or a collision
with a tree could cause
irrevocable damage.

If either came to pass–disaster
though common, is not a certainty.
There’s no fear inside the bird
flying with fragile wings.
There is caution and sometimes
doubt, both of which must
be swallowed in the morning
if it is to sing. But fear,
fear cannot carry wings
which are meant to fly.

Copyright 2013
A. J. Hayes
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