"hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul"

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See hope float

It is suspended in the air

Dandelion fluff, wishes,
a star, prayers
or the loose down
from your winter coat
When you fly my way

My heart takes to the skies

It nests in my throat

a tapestry of life

i'm numb
pins and needles
so sew me with sorrows
a patchwork of pain
hem me with hardship
weave my wonders and dreams
let it unfold beneath the upsets;
a taking tapestry
thread me through
with yearning for YWHW

when will i know?

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And how is maturity measured?

Is it weighed in wisdom?

Counted in the keys we keep?

Learned through love lost?

Is it in the newly known nubile?

Grasped through generations?

Summed up in scars of survival?

When will I know?