Like a phoenix!

She has wings
Not like those fairies
But like a phoenix
Stong
Wild &
Powerful enough

With those, she can fly anywhere she wants,
High into the sky,
Above the seven seas,
And even to the land,
Where no one ever reached before

But she is here,
On the highest cliff of her town
Watching dusk lights above the horizon
Not aware of her god-gifted wings
And
Wondering, ‘How does it feel to fly?’

For years, she used those wings to hide
To hide her fears
To hide her insecurities
To hide herself
And now,
She is questioning their existence

The sky is growing into its darker shades
And once again she spread her wings,
Wrapped them around her body
And walking down the cliff

P.S.: This is not the end of the story,
She will fly one day
Like a phoenix!