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I wish I had wings to fly above the misery
to explore unknown territory of eternal happiness
residing where I never could get my naked eyes to
gaze upon the painted skies of heaven shown to me
daily, nightly when everything is blessed
by our sacred, mystical, wondrous God for
learning, enjoyment, pleasure, knowledge, experience
in living my life to my fullest even when
I'm clutching my trembling hands into fists
because I'm scared out of my wits with
streaming tears giving me soggy cheeks
and hollow hope lost  as I loosen my grip
for feeling God's hands holding mine selfishly
while embracing me with quilted
afghans of flowered love.