I need a new set of wings
to lift me from this patch of ground
providing views of who I am
above the bane of sanity

this nest does not suit my mind
when I gaze into the frame
of the mirrors I've past despised
because they return error's stain

the images drag me down
armor aching on my frame
asking how I can rise above
while holding echoes of my past

I'm wrapped in chains when I soar
straitjacket instead of feathers worn
able to see the broad sky
confined by tethers to only glide

the old wings had no lift
instead they held me close to earth
feathers fall to spot the ground
shedding now for new growth

spray of color with shades of gray
age's badge I must embrace
never too late to find my space
these new wings will take me there.

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