It took every ounce of dignity for her to climb the tree,
to try and reach the top after she had been thrown down time after time.
She used every drop of courage to sit among the leaves,
take a deep breathe and restore faith in herself.
Wings would begin to bud in her back,
but every time they hurt and she pulled them out.
It swallowed every bit of confidence to reach out a hand,
and let someone come up and climb the tree.
It had to be a special person to climb up after her,
and finally, a passerby grabbed her eyes when he sat at the roots.
She called down, wanting to be heard and saved.
He climbed right up the tree, took her hand, and off they flew.
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