Dirt

At first I couldn't move

I was stuck in place

Couldn't build any momentum

Then a light wind gently blew

And a little dirt was brushed off me

I could crawl

Slowly and painstakingly

But I could crawl

As I made my way forward

I excavated myself further

More of the earth I left behind

In a cloud of dust

At my back

And so with shaky footing

I began to walk

And then I felt it

I was a wheel

Moving downhill

Momentum building

Surprised to be moving so fast, now

On this path

Looking back on stagnation

And then I ran with confidence brimming

Washed off the last bits of debris

Slick with rain

But I was still a mere mortal

An inspiring example

But human nonetheless

Finally I shook off the last of my flaws

Painful limbs ripped out of my vertebrae

And I took to the sky with celestial wings

Reviews

[Demii]

This is a crazy, luring poem I really like it, and I love the analogy of it, its pretty impressive and has a great flow. :) good read!

[Pryde Foltz]

Finally I shook off the last of my flaws
Painful limbs ripped out of my vertebrae
And I took to the sky with celestial wings

The evolution of man to life to death and flight. Wonderful metaphor work.

[Luke L]

Thank you, Pryde :)