Flying with my soul

Wings are treasure bigger than gold. If you have wig sing in their presence or show to the world from the sky who dare look up from below. But my wings won't fly so they are useless like sliver. Because of this I keep my hidden so no one can see.They are dead or perhaps broken I am not really sure. Lost in thought of never being able to fly while everyone off and I far behind. So I cut my wings and buries in the soil apart of me was gone but another grew inside. I walk toward the sky with no regrets but with laughter of the happiness I felt to let myself be open to the world. But without knowing I was flying off the ground on my own.