Many seem content to walk,
when they are made to fly.
Though I walked among them,
my dreams were in the sky.
High above in streaming light,
on clouds they danced around.
But fear my wings weren’t big enough,
kept me firmly on the ground.
Watching those who soared above,
it made my soul take flight.
Courage gained I spread my wings,
first left and then the right.
So at last I gathered strength,
and thrust with all my might.
Though at once I left the dirt,
I could not sustain the height.
So again I walked below,
head low, accepting my plight.
For many years I walked in shame,
having cowered from the fight.
Then one day I realized,
I carried too much weight.
My pack was holding all things past,
the hurt, the fear, and hate.
On that day I let it go,
those things that held me down.
With confidence I spread my wings,
with joy I left the ground.
What I discovered on that day,
was freedom never known.
And as I flew among the clouds,
I’d swear my wings had grown.
Life is so much better,
when you drop what weighs you down.
Now my story I will tell,
to the people on the ground.
~ elr
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