Wings Stretch
Out like arms of her mother.
Saying goodbye again to her serviced
Daughter. Clearing her departure.
After she battled her
Anesthetized emotions from juvenile
Carnaged victims blessed with
Grenades of freedom and victory missiles.
In the night, the wings resemble
Her childhood. mimicking the kites
She would fly with her father.
Swings she'd reach up to
Touch -the sky- was always her escape
And now 35,000 feet in the air
Its her only link to the world
She used to know.
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