My wings blow chasing after
the wings that I have grown.
Unfolded on my own.
Implicating I am willing, now,
to Live
Unafraid.

A breeze has lifted my youthful,
grounded, clumsy soul into the
Twilight Air.
Freely moving,
Unaware of lessons shown to me
This twilight
(A gap between the worlds).

Release my bare and rhythmic feet
from leading
Beating, pounding heart
is choosing Northeast sunrise
Hinting violet hues unknown.

My wings stretch unafraid
to welcome
Day, my soul discovered
To embrace all to be shown.

Sr. Poetry (WN #12) (Ed. note: Wow, lame.)