Poetry My Lungs

In the depths of me, a spark takes flight
A fledgling dream, testing wings in the light
Unfurled and trembling, they begin to sway
As I find my voice, and seize the day

With every line, a wingbeat strong
I rise above, where winds belong
The rhythm of verse, a soaring flight
Echoing hope, in the morning light

I search for waters, where I can dive...