Steel Wings

A low feeling I had on a trip due to the anxiety of social interaction.

Soaring above the clouds, but no wind in my hair

Pouring thoughts like raindrops out loud, sharing careful tidbits while I avoid the stares

Knowing I can’t write them all down

But bathing in a perfect lake of new memories I have just found

But we’re not on the ground

No mounds of dirt all around, everything sounds different and looks unbearably small

I’m sitting in sky, we all are, up high, flying so tall, the earth almost looks curved, a ball

So far above the floor I’m afraid we’ll soar until there’s nothing over our heads anymore, or fall back to earth

Hard to ignore the sheer drop, but worth every moment of flight, gliding on, through a sleepless night

You'd think this is heaven the way I say it, but I ignore the fact

But this is harder than before, I'm off the beaten path, losing track, my anxiety leaves no slack my facade of calm about to crack

You see, I’m up here with 500 more, and I want to go back home

I’ve been on a plane, but the fear from inside of me, a tree growing leaves and reminding me of my roots burns like a fire you see

The need to be accepted, to have my problems corrected, I must stay calm and collective, maybe just time will affect this

Breath in, and breath out, blood pumps all about

I want to scream and shout, please let me out

And I’ve realized I neglected myself at heart

How can I even start to rhyme about flight

When I feel the weight of anxiety, depression, self-hate?

I have a heavy, so I need steel wings to fly like these to fly

Why can’t I float above my problems like clouds in the sky, no matter how much I try?

All I can do is push farther, won't leave myself behind

Author's Note

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[poetgurl]

i feel this write, I suffer from anxiety and depression. I like this write, connect to it a bit.