Borrowed Wings

You could’ve sat there,
watching life fly by.

You could’ve told yourself it wasn’t the right time.
That you didn’t have everything you needed.
That you weren’t ready.

But you didn’t.

You got up.
You stitched yourself a pair of broken wings—
and you told yourself:
maybe it’s enough.

And then—
you let yourself fly.

You gave yourself a gift:
the gift to try.

Maybe it didn’t look like everyone else’s version of flight.
Maybe it wasn’t graceful.
Maybe it wasn’t pretty.
But that didn’t make your purpose any less real.

It didn’t make the love that carried you any less true.

And maybe—
maybe that’s exactly how others learned to fly, too.

Because they watched you.
They saw you gather what the world left behind.
They saw you lift yourself with nothing but faith and strength.
And without even knowing it—
you showed them the way.

Not everyone will understand how you got here.
Not everyone will know—
how many broken pieces you borrowed
just to take off.

But the ones who needed to see it—
the ones who believed because they saw you do it—

they know.

You never needed perfect wings.
You only needed enough courage
to choose the sky.

—Angela
the voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten™