rusted real and angel wings

in poetry •  8 years ago 

rusted wings

I no longer need these chains … these rusted chains … that bind me to reality-

Take them, my friend; take them and anchor yourself to NOW.

Bind these memories to your soul with sometimes twisted cords of love.

Free yourself from all regret … and fly with me on angel wings.

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