Wings

Born consisting of pure love

Authentic to the core

As years advanced

Purity fading evermore

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Saturated with sorrow

Yearning to die

No hope or joy

Pleading “why?”

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Craving answers

A private war

Coveting a mental repose

Unexpectedly, an open door

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Petition acknowledged

Hope illuminates the ashen sky

Recovery furnishes

The wings to fly