wing bearer

I am afraid of falling.
The white feathers of my wings let go and float off with the wind.
I offer others my ears and words when they come –
Sometimes you need help flying.
But even feathers get heavy when you hold up too many,
And now my own are fading.
You were my angel and for once you held me,
But now you have gone away.
My arms grow weaker every day.

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