Monday, November 20, 2023

The Only Way to Fly


Tell me again 
Why of course can't I fly?
I was born to believe 
The universe is mine.

"Try for the sky,
Reach for the stars.
These lessons are expressing
The essence of who you are."

Tho' given so long ago
Do these words no longer hold?

As the years have flown
Fears sown have grown
Yet my heart still beats dreams 
These hands have never owned.

Night after day 
Through fight and fray
Gravity grabs at me
Limits laugh at me.

Before this is over
and all goes under
I wish to dance 
upon the clouds 
and to the thunder.

But how can I feel
anything but down
struggling to get up
up off the ground?

Tho' I stretch these
<wings> 
the one and only 
thing
taking off is my
dream.

One thing was done
another spoken
and now my <wings>
seem to be broken. 

I need a light
to spark this
darkness 
lest I succumb 
and become some
carcass.

A ray
A beam
even a glimmer 
helps me cope
with hope
gone dimmer.

Suddenly
something happens
to me.
Lightning bolt and
strike!
I feel the jolt.
Will I bolt?
No.
I will use the Light
for flight.

©️ matt decker

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