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“Finding Wings” Learning to Fly, Pink Floyd

A soul in tension that's learning to fly

Recently I became an empty nester. A friend sent me a poem called “Empty
Nest” by Donna Ashworth. There is a stanza of this poem that reads:
My nest is as it should be now, empty.
But I will not be empty little one.
I will fly, just like you, find my new place in this story.

This piece is about sprouting my own wings and learning to fly. My symbolic self is holding an egg for a new birth and a reminder of the past.