I chase dreams
never daring to rise
beyond the water line
keeping to the reeds
and shoreline of familiarity
afraid of being shot down
Afraid that dreams aren’t mine
to claim, that I am damned
doubled cursed as woman
and child of sin
I will fall often
drown in pools of stagnation
till one day these wings
A mind of their own
will lift me up
and catch those dreams.
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 
I believe you’re right about those wings. To notice them already there is a great awakening. And that they’ll do what you say in the end— oh yes, they will. I’ll be waving and cheering. Blessing. Beautiful audio. Xo
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The poem and the image work beautifully together. I was glad to see the lifted wings at the end.
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A fabulous image, and I loved the fabulous imagery of your poem’s flying escapades, VJ
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