Longing For The Sky

My heart is pounding 

But I can’t hear it; I only 

Feel it in my soul.

I am on the edge of everything 

In my mind. In reality, I stand 

At the edge of the concrete steps

Wondering what it would be like 

To fly, to soar, to be in the air 

Like a beautiful, billowing bird.

My wings would be small 

To belie my size, but I would 

Fly higher and faster than 

Those near me.

I take a deep breath,

Turn around and walk away.

I do not get to fly. I am 

Irrevocably and inevitably destined

For a life stuck on the ground.

Reviews

[AnayaJ.]

Good piece- it shows how we desire for something way beyond the limits of reality and can't be free enough to fly in the vast sky that has no boundaries. Liked it :)))

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very sad tale about being chained to something while longing for something else