|Soul's Wing by Ella Wilson|
As a child I wished for wings,
Dreaming I could fly away
From my despairing landscape,
Taking formation with a migrating flock,
Performing effortless cartwheels through the heavens.
Summer winds carried no angry words
To wound an innocent heart,
And the smiling stars in the night sky
Were the friendliest faces I’d ever seen.
My flights of fantasy
Carried me through my childhood,
Although those temporary escapes
Faded with the passing years.
These days my grown up feet
Are firmly rooted on the ground,
But even still there are times
When I can’t help but wish
I did have magical wings,
That I could just fly away once more.
~~~ This poem was written in response to a photo prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. You can find more of Ella's work over at her blog Ella's Edge.