Wings in the Making

Fear drapes itself like a shadowed veil
Whispering of dangers that will never prevail
A mirage on the desert’s endless sand
A chain that breaks when you take a stand
For the monsters you see in the darkened glass
Are only smoke, meant to pass

Your voice is the tide that shapes the shore
Each word a seed that becomes something more
Speak the dawn into the waiting sky
Name the dream and watch it fly
For your thoughts are architects, building unseen
The bridge from the now to the might-have-been

Stand in the glow of the roads you have crossed
Not as one counting what’s been lost
But as a traveler crowned in light
Worthy of blessings both near and in sight
The horizon shimmers with gold in its hands
Calling you toward promised lands

Even the storms hold silver threads
Guiding you where your spirit treads
Face the wind with eyes unshaken
Knowing no path is ever forsaken
For the river of plenty flows near your feet
And each step you take makes its current complete

Tend the garden of your own delight
Sing in the hours that turn into night
Forgive the chapters that hurt to recall
They were bricks in the wall that now stands tall
You are the cocoon, the stillness, the spark
Preparing to break the edge of the dark

When your wings unfold in the morning sun
They will carry the truth of all you’ve become
A creature reborn from patience and fire
Rising toward heights that dreams inspire
For you are the flight you were always meant to take
And the world will open with each choice you make