Standing on the cusp of reason
eyes adjusting to the light
winds gathering
billowing beneath alabaster wings
Feathers align
The heart remembers
how to rise
Yet you linger
hovering
at the edge of your own sky
Unseen chains
whisper at your ankles
regret given weight
fear clouding the horizon
you were born to cross
Unload the storm
Release the self you outgrew
You cannot kiss the sun
with feet pledged to the ground
Coast on the wind
trust the unseen lift
Hope is your compass
quiet and unerring
pointing
toward your becoming
Whole
Not when you arrive
but as you dare
Fly toward the light you cast
Your smile rivals the sun
Embrace your altitude
Soar beyond your view
Love
the one thing that continues to fly
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Jun 2, 2026 at 6:44 AM UTC
Standing on the cusp of reason
eyes adjusting to the light
winds gathering
billowing beneath alabaster wings
Feathers align
The heart remembers
how to rise
Yet you linger
hovering
at the edge of your own sky
Unseen chains
whisper at your ankles
regret given weight
fear clouding the horizon
you were born to cross
Unload the storm
Release the self you outgrew
You cannot kiss the sun
with feet pledged to the ground
Coast on the wind
trust the unseen lift
Hope is your compass
quiet and unerring
pointing
toward your becoming
Whole
Not when you arrive
but as you dare
Fly toward the light you cast
Your smile rivals the sun
Embrace your altitude
Soar beyond your view
Love
the one thing that continues to fly
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