Winged Are We

we are flyers
in our own right
we have wings
hidden under
the thick cloth
and skin on
our backs
we can fly
we know it
since birth
we won't

this is still
our time
to be humble

soon the right time comes
we shall fly soon when the right time comes

our mothers are seagulls
we shall hide these wings and fly only soon when the right time comes

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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