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my heart explodes with joy as I flutter my wings I will never fly as gracefully or as long as the other birds but when I am in the air even for a moment I feel free my broken wings lift me up to where I do not know, but somewhere etched in my heart a strange thing happened when I started singing songs of gratitude for learning to fly with broken wings other birds with broken wings started to gather around me sharing their experience and hopes I am free as my heart sings joyfully my own hopes and dreams as I share my experience to help another bird with broken wings to journey a little closer to the place etched in their hearts and somehow I am exactly where I am supposed to be flying with broken wings
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
learning to fly with broken wings
my heart explodes with joy as I flutter my wings I will never fly as gracefully or as long as the other birds but when I am in the air even for a moment I feel free my broken wings lift me up to where I do not know, but somewhere etched in my heart a strange thing happened when I started singing songs of gratitude for learning to fly with broken wings other birds with broken wings started to gather around me sharing their experience and hopes I am free as my heart sings joyfully my own hopes and dreams as I share my experience to help another bird with broken wings to journey a little closer to the place etched in their hearts and somehow I am exactly where I am supposed to be flying with broken wings
joe cole's prompt for a poem about freedom.  I chose to approach it in the non-literal route.
silas
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
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