I Have Wings and Fly

What I say is not literal, because it is not physically possible for me to have wings. However, although I may not have literal wings, my imagination can soar like the birds to take me anywhere I can think of. I will tell you of my soaring imagination because it is what I know, and what I hold close to my heart, which is how I can fly away. I soar in my mind to smell the morning air, to meet the sun as it arrives, and smile. I know the days are to be lived in the sweetest possible way. Each telling a story to me and working with love I do what I can, sharing a smile while out shopping, being kind, respecting all people, even the young ones that do not require me to do so. I touch a child’s head and wish them the best, hoping their smile never fades, and that they find a friend to hug, and know that I am there for them if they need me. So for me keeping these kind of inner wings is a Herculean task, but is worth it because each day is beautiful to me, knowing that I am alive and I exist. This is one of many sweet feelings that I experience.

 

photo by Melter Weatherwax

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