Crane

I fought against
Being vulnerable.
Not because I feel
Being vulnerable
Is a weakness
But because
Being vulnerable means
That I must
Finally feel.
Armor down
Arms exposed
I raise my hands to my sides, cautiously
In the hopes that the winds may
Take me up
Now that I am armor less.
The sunlight greets me
With unexpected warmth
And invites me to climb
A bit higher
And I am learning
By thoughtful practice that
Damaged wings
Still fly.