Wings...
Wings...
I am not a fairy,
But this mortal still boasts wings,
Engraved with hope,
Intricate with courage,
Lined with self-esteem,
Fabricated with my mistakes,
Which compel me to rise,
Every time I fall,
Which assist me to fight,
Every time I'm consumed with horror,
Which befills me with pride,
Whenever self-doubt resides in this heart,
Which keep me humble,
No matter how great the accomplishments,
Which help me learn,
However trivial the err maybe...