I had carried my heart like a stone on my back, heavy and immovable, packing the electric dreams like a steady reminder of solid potential fossilized and failing to explore.
Until one day I noticed the little wing sprouts emerging from within the rock heart.
The contrast of the feather softness coming right out of such burdened living was completely astonishing and made a ready believer out of me. Suddenly able and willing to accept 'the becoming' as the true real and the extraordinary as a way of life.
I wondered how I would fly with the weight of such a stony load, but as sure as I AM, those wings began to grow and change and with Almighty strength they cracked that heavy like lightning right down the middle.
Crumbling and crashing, the pieces fell far from me. And when there is no more waiting and you can't be held down, life follows it's instinct...ever and always rising. And there is nothing that can stand against the force of those wonder-wings...inside of you. Let's see what you got.
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