Fly
I didn't know I could fly
until the paper looked back at me
and I realized that the words
were telling me that
I could fix myself
I could smile
I could be happy
I could and will
Breathe Poetry
This poem is about:
Me
I didn't know I could fly
until the paper looked back at me
and I realized that the words
were telling me that
I could fix myself
I could smile
I could be happy
I could and will
Breathe Poetry
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