Wings.

So I guess in those mere moments...
When you've lost the inspiration.
When the things around you are ugly.
And you dread that trek home.
Your knee is aching...
While your heart is shaking...
And all you can think about is..
HOME.
You gotta look deep.
Into the things you keep.
Locked up for those
Certain days.
Long day without sun.
No strength to run.
And a vision that seems to have lost it's ways.
Just the sound of music.
A flick of a feather.
A Bird ready for flight.
Engage in the small things.
Let let bring joy, give your heart wings.
For a women who is ready to fight.