Realize

Ambition and its many forms

 I found my feathers, free to fly

away from them, I would shy

but closer to me, the one desire

to lose my wings and instead grow higher.

then branch out further, discover more

diverse and plural, in singular form.

 

I realized then from what I gained, I lost.

strength in warmth, but weak in frost,

the future is for the ones who fly ever

higher, or root and reach the sky.

But I flew off course, and  was stagnant,

I forgot the sound of ambition's  tone.

From the future clouded, I could see,

An undesirable, who I was to be.

So I shed my wings, and fell to my knees.

try as I might, my legs too weak

I could not root, too much to seek.

So I chose another path less traveled,

 and ran my heart out, disregarding desires.

 through the fluidity of time

and the Adaptations of adversity

wisdom flows

though I may not be rooted

though I may not be in flight,

I've become what I could be, and that's just me.

I will give upon others the fruit of my strife.

I will support any who plan to take root,

and nourish the thirsty, exhausted from skies.

Author's Note

A fun little poem I wrote. Please forgive the fact it doesn't completely rhyme, and that it might be worded weirdly and be grammatically incorrect. This was just fun for me, so I'm going to keep it as it is until I can think of better lines.

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

A lovely sentiment beautifully expressed. Self awareness and a commitment to being oneself are vitally important attributes.
Work on those better lines when you can, though, because this poem is worth the effort!

[Noemi]

thank you! I will, i promise!