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wings aflutter

in the fading light of autumn

when i am most despondent
when i feel i have betrayed
or been betrayed
too many times to count
(or handle)–

just then
when i doubt myself
my wisdom
my power
my grace
(my existence)–

right then
wings aflutter
an angel comes
(in myriad forms)
bringing a reflection
of my wholeness
my beauty
my strength,

and I remember.
it’s okay to be flawed
and fabulous

(thank you)

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