Someday

Pockets of sky

dare me to reach them.

To make use of my limbs

and climb to the clouds.

But something holds me back,

something weighs me down.

An anchor tied to my heart

pinions me to the ground.

Is it love or fear 

that constrains my flight?

or my innate vulnerability

and lack of fight.

Mulling over matters 

does not seem to help.

It is time for proud action

not cowardly stealth.

To break free these shackles 

and welcome good health.

To wander unknown lands

and fall in love again.