Wings — gold earrings

All your weakness is so important. All your strength is so beautiful.

Then, when the shadow of your wings brings fear, and then, when they give you lightness.

Then, when you lose touch with the sky, and then, when you talk to it on "you". You laugh into its sad clouds and say, "Don't worry so much, we can all do it."

Then when no one tells you how delicate and beautiful your wings are, and then when someone teaches you how to use them.

We don't know what's going on with your wings now. Maybe they're wrapped in the air of love. Or maybe something has made them hide and they're just barely holding you above the ground when it's not quite the way you'd like it to be.

Fly. And let the place you want so badly be filled with a tailwind.