Broken winged
The eagle lies
Trapped within a form
Intended for free flight.
Broken winged
The soul rises
On eternal wings
Soaring to infinity.
My broken wings
Are of the body
And like the eagle,
My soul flies free.
Once upon a time I was a fat little caterpillar whose contented munching was disturbed by visions of bright wings flying free in a world beyond the cabbage patch. When my caterpillar form could no longer contain that dream I entered the Chrysalis where thought became form. This is my journey.Walk with me.This is simply who I am.
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