My wings are not of wax nor feathers
I cannot rise toward the heavens
The bonds to earth are too tight
Tethers short and possessive
I reach my contrived apogee
Stretching and straining
Rebelling against convention
Unsatisfied with my grounded state
Thin spiral notebook 
Pretty. It is sad, but I like the determination, the not-giving up.
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I related to this, especially the last stanza.
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I love the simplicity , yet complexity , of this poem ,
Cherryx
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The delicate lace of a dragonfly’s (or perhaps damsel fly) wings, so intricate and fragile.
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