I didn't know, for most of my life,
that I was being carried.
It was I,
I used to whine,
who did the heavy lifting,
the shifting, the getting done, the making.
But looking back I see how wrong I was.
Without the broad wings beneath me,
there's no way I, alone, could have survived.
Even as I carried, I was carried.
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