The memories and experience will never leave me, but now it is time.
Time for me to spread my wings and soar to new heights that before were unreachable.
Time for me to spread my hope,
time for me to spread my love,
time for me to forgive the rumbles,
and time for me to lift myself up and spread my wings.
It is time.
Even if they creak and groan from not being used, they will lift me higher.
Even if they crack, those cracks show my struggle.
Even if they give and no longer fly once I am near the summit.
I will fly higher than ever thought possible.
It is time, time for me to spread my wings and fly.
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
