i wish.

... sometimes i wish i had wings,
WINGS to fly over the r.o.a.d b.u.m.p.s,
the sharp gravel that brings me to limp,
i think wings would be nice.
...i wasn't gifted with those wings,
why not?
i got stuck with two feet,
i guess they are cute for painting toenails?
feet that feel the {bumps} and gravel,
that become calloused from trial,
now my feet are strong, stronger than before.
and i wonder,
Why would I EVER want wings?

i love my trials, who cares if they bring tears..sorrow..or hurt.
sometimes you gotta love what you got.
and i sure got trials,
but i just got to remember that someone had the greatest trial of all.
and he did it so mine would be lessened.
So feet aren't half as bad as i thought.
01.12.12