I’ve been strong
I’ve been angry
I’ve repented
I’ve shed puddles of tears
I’ve had enough
I want to fly
Like the
geese
In a gaggle
Away
To new lands
Far flung and distant
Over corn fields
Under blue skies
To warmth
To forgiveness
To love
To happy
To healthy
Earlier this week,
after hearing about the
geese I saw that made me cry,
my mom sent me this poem.
It’s brilliant.
Wild
Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
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