And one by one, they plucked the wings off of the good idea fairy.
Flying was no longer an option
So she learned how to climb.
Foot by foot and hand by hand
She elevated herself above her station.
To a place where she could see over the horizon
And to what lay beyond
Though she was missing a piece of herself
That she’d formerly thought was integral
Soon she learned that all was not lost
For even when a power claiming to be greater than yourself
Takes away the one thing you treasure most
You can dig deep, get brave, and continue to rise
Wings are not the only way to fly