early years spent being asked not to fly so high tiny feet being pulled down to earth grounded -My enthusiasm Yet - those wings carefully tucked in sprouted again taking me to the skies resurfaced -My Imagination I picked up a pen moved to keyboards and found voice Yes, voice.... need to have a voice is the gist of all flights of fancy and journeys grounded feet take.

Wise words, Reena.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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soar and what is more
why not
no reason
is the season
of ete~
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We are always growing our wings. (K)
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Certainly 😊😀
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Beautiful, Reena! A wonderful poem of finding your wings and letting your voice fly – or finding your voice and using your wings.
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Thank you Kim!
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Wings are a must. Voice is the wing.
You sing this perfectly, RS! Awesome.
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Thank you, Ron!
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I love the story of being encouraged to keep in the norm and then finding your voices! Singing and words! Wonderful for you!
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Thank you so much, Dwight!
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Finding your muse, your voice, is a wonderful thing. The imagination knows no bounds, only what we know and can accept. It seems that you’ve accepted and embraced your muse!
“early years spent
being asked
not to fly so high…”
Very powerful imagery and quite sad in this context. No one should ever discourage anyone from following their passions or their callings.
Keep flying, Reena. ❤ You write wonderfully.
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Thank you so much, Lucy! Your encouragement is much appreciated.
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It seems like you found your muse.
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Life is the biggest muse 🙂
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We need our wings to soar!
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Certainly! Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😊
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Beautiful. What inspired this piece?
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The prompt 🙂 Thank you so much, Grace!
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