My One Chance to Fly

Sometimes a person has some s**t going on in his or her head.

I stood on the roof,

Looking down upon the toy town,

Gravel crunching beneath my shifting feet,

The wind slightly ruffled my hair,

And the sun was hot against my skin,

I wanted to fly.

 

I jumped,

The air whooshed around me,

Struggling to keep me up,

My clothes enveloped my body like wings,

It wasn’t just the air that made hot tears roll down my face,

I was flying.

 

The sky was all around me,

It was the color of a calm river bed,

Soft clouds swirled, like dancers on the floor,

The sun looked upon me with emptiness in his eyes,

And I looked back with an equal sadness,

I was escaping.

 

For so long I have wished to fly,

I can shed my mask, no more pretending,

Just the wind brushing up against my skin,

The sky was getting farther away as the ground came closer,

A weight was lifted off my shoulders as I realized;

My flight was coming to an end.

Good bye cruel world.

 

 

Author's Note

Yes I know the last line was very cliche.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

So much emotion...i think we all want to fly for we want to be free from pain and sorrow...but we realize that we can only fly for a little while.
Great Job