by Dorothy Hoffman

Created on: August 11, 2010

If I Had Wings

If I had wings,

I’d soar high above the earth

above the trees, above the mountains,

lost in the clouds,

leaving all my troubles far below.

If I had wings,

my spirit would float up to the heavens,

light as air, as I shed

all the ugly turmoil of my earthbound life,

to sink into the sea below.

If I had wings,

my heart would take flight,

free as the birds in the sky,

unburdened by the cares and strife,

that plague the wingless beings left below.

I’d spread my wings out wide,

let the cool breeze waft me here and there,

so high above the noisy, crowded cities,

the soulless malls and highways,

now strangely peaceful down below.

But my wings lift me only in my dreams.

Tethered to the ground,

awake, I’m wingless still,

not flying high above the clouds,

just stranded here below.

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