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