With These Wings

What am I?

A person?

Or something more?

In the darkness,

I see the light arise.

The battle is won,

But the war isn’t over.

Upon this newfound hope,

White wings begin to grow.

I take to the skies,

Feeling so alive.

For once,

I am fighting for myself.


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