My bents change
With age and mind frames
Heart being winner
In this game~

Rivers bend
Meandering at will
Flowing where needed
Ending in seas~

Self preservation being name
Of life’s game, I hastily gathered
Hereto unclipped mind’s wings
During foul weather, biding sunshine~

Squalls do pass and patience
Paid off, I finally spread wings
Spanning them fully, with diffident steps
Relearned to fly and to yon blue skies, took off ~


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