Why Do You Fly?

This is my first non rhyming poetry. It is me. I hope you enjoy it, but even if you don't, this writing speaks to me, and I can only hope it will speak to you the same.

Is it so that you feel superior?

That you can rise above?

Or is it much simpler than that?

I don't understand, I wont understand

I refuse to accept that you think you are above us

That you think you are more than me.

You claim the sky is your limit,

but in-fact, you have limited yourself

We have no limits, as none have been set

We can do anything we set our minds to

But you, you have made it so that there are things impossible

And now, you will contemplate whether or not it is in your bounds

Of this sky you so claim to fly to

You can have this talk, have this “way” about yourself

But you are no different, we are all the same

Does a side of a coin think itself superior to the other

Simply because one side has a face and is different?

No, it doesn't. That side has the same value and purpose as the other

You are merely part of a collective whole

So tell me why you wish to fly?

It is only limiting what you are capable of, isn't it?

Or am I missing something? Are these limits your security?

Is it that without your limits, you cease to feel purpose?

That without reaching your limits, you have made no progress?

Then you are wrong.

Progress is not and cannot be measured by reaching one's limits

Not even by surpassing them

Progress is surpassing the limits in which others believe you have

You have set the limit for yourself to be the sky

But I have set your limits higher

Your potential exceeds your wildest dreams,

Yet you refuse to accept it

I crafted you into who you are

I molded you into who you were

I gave your direction for who you would be

Call me what you wish,

Whether it be God, mother, father, brother, sister

I am all of them, for I want to see this progress

But these limits you have set, do not allow this

So do not fly. Do not dream of flying

Because once you have flown too high,

You will doubt you can go higher

While you should have aspirations and goals

Do not limit yourself by them

So what is your answer, my friend?

Why do you wish to fly?

Is it so you feel superior?

To give your life meaning or direction?

There isn't simply one right or wrong answer,

But there is your answer,

Which is all that matters to me.

Author's Note

This is my first non-rhyming poem, and quite frankly, even though I did what I despise about poetry, this writing has done something my others have yet to do. This one is honest. It is me, not limiting it by word choice. It is an exact reflection of myself, which is exactly what writing is meant to be, what literature was ever all about. You may not like it, you may hate it in fact, but it doesn't matter because as long as it has purpose to someone, even if that one is only myself, it has served a purpose.

I hope you enjoyed it, however, and as always BE HONEST. I'd much rather have harsh realism than sugar-coated and hollow compliments.