Based on the following prompt: Prompt #21
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 19
From her narrow, cold bed, this wingspan
Flaps unbelievable, with fire feathers
And thick arms, free and willingly
Following a map of her own creation,
In swoops and spirals, holding light bouquets
And raining petals, so generously,
Eventually settling in glitter colors of pink and blue
Bright lights, a personal sun, a voice that carries.
What an escape, what a fever dream!
These riches that alight at just the right moment,
These 3,000-mile smiles, these soft hands
That encourage her with heart shaped breezes
Toward torsos connected by daisy chains,
No longer drowning in dark heavy rivers,
No longer blindly stumbling under stone umbrellas-
It took so long to learn how to fly.
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