My Wings

Up there -  there’s the sky,

Up way so high.

I’d be up there too,

If not for this tether held tight.

Chains and pains, that’s all it is.

Or at least that’s what they told me.

Why fly when I can run?

And then �" Why run when I can walk?

They had me crawl.

Now?

I can barely talk…

 

So where’s my wings?

You can’t ground me for long.

I’ll fly sooner or later,

It’s only a matter of time,

And patience.

You think I’m dying?

Ha!

Then you can see I’m trying.

I fell before,

I’ll admit that.

Right at your feet,

Touched down hard,

Head throbbed to your beating,

But see now?

Now I take my stand,

Find my wings,

And again get them beating.

 

This is my prison block stand.

You point and laugh,

And think I don’t notice

How your paces match my grasp.

With each breath I breathe,

I can feel your heart throbbing.

Nerves fuel the laughter.

Those taunts are empty,

As is your sense.

 

Your eyes widen,

At the sound of my own cackle.

As I twirl my uprooted stake,

Flip it through my fingers.

But its too late to call the others,

I’m on my feet,

 

Far from death,

But still too far from the sky.

I need to leave the sea.

You bided your time,

Left me to grow again my wings.

And so I fly high.

The earth left so far behind,

No longer afraid of wetting wax.

I left those wings behind.

Let you keep them,

Ponder them.

These are mine,

And forever will be.

Author's Note

This poem actually reminds me of another older poem I wrote a year or two back (I don't think it's posted on this site). It's written in a bizarre fashion, kinda half-poetry, -half-narrative. As with most of my writing, there is a certain symbolism and metaphorical context one can take from the writing, so feel free to interpret it in whatevr manner you see fit to. But, as always, look to the picture if you want a glimpse of what I saw when writing it. Enjoy.