The catch here is that we need to “grow wings,” or find the inspiration to chase the image of ourselves that we dream of. At the end of the full-length poem, she realizes she has a long way to ...

As I move to adjust it, I notice the writing on the inside: lost. When you do, you will always find a hot supper waiting for you. Love, Mum and Dad.” I almost drop the book. I trace the letters ...