Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Eighteen

Yesterday I was a little boy
Sheltered by your love
Today I have matured
Out in the open
Like a butterfly,
I was but a creature without wings
You took me in,
And formed me
Now I am free
And my wings?
They are not yet strong
But that day is coming soon,
When I will fly away

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