You keep me too grounded
when I am a creature of the sky
You once taunted me
that nothing I had to face
could shake me
as though this was evidence
that I am somehow unnatural
instead of facing the fact
that I know what love is
and I soar with dignity
I don't sit on fences
You have indeed taught me
by both good example and bad
by helping others realize
the dimensions of the earth
from the sky
are blemished but
have the potential to heal
The feathered veins of ash
turn into gold
and there is no more talk
of simple survival
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