We grow, we love,

We learn to fly,

We even get heartbroken;

Still, it is not desired

As back the wings

Don’t grow.

Life’s not painted

In white and black,

There’s sometimes even grey;

What would life be

If we didn’t lack anything

Deep within?


For more poetry, you can check up my blog.

Have inspiration,

Rebecca Radd

https://rebeccaraddblog.wordpress.com