I wanted to write this after I read a really beautiful story. I think to some extent we are all like this, for a certain reason (or someone) our own wings will grow someday :). It was not written with any special poetic arrangement. Thanks for reading-Sarah

For You, I Fly

I've always been afraid of what the future brings

I always cowered like an injured bird

But when we met I wanted your unbound wings;

Always sure, with vision un-blurred

I wondered if mine could become such things.

You showed me this unchained world,

You entered my life undeterred.

My broken, black wings are now a pure blinding white

They fly for you: I'm no longer unsure