Soaring

Folded into myself

afraid to spread my wings

fingers bitten by the cold

snowflakes cut my skin

others sneer

I’ll show them

if only

I cautiously

open my arms

risking the tender flesh

for a fleeting chance

a chance to soar

avoiding glares

I leap to the skies

grow strong branches

in midair

I fly

soaring above the cold

above them

this is what I

was meant for

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