Lend Me Wings

By Kaigo Betty

Wise words whispered into a weary ear
are but salt in a fresh wound.
The means is the end.
Mama’s wise words,
Walk, walk my child.

Mama;
I want to fly,
lend me wings
I want to fly.

I want to skip
stones, stumps, traps.
I want none of;
blisters, blood, anger, hunger.
Frogs, snails, hares, pigs, lions,
I want none of those.

Mama;
I want to fly,
lend me wings
I want to fly.

I know the futility of it all
The futility of rising and falling
waves. Looking beyond I see
another sea.
It pulls me,
and I shall need your wings
to fly, again.

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