I fly. Please don't fly.

I fly. Please don't fly.

A Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.


































You think you know what I've been through

You think you have a chance with mine

But I will tell you now

Young child

 

You need to sit up tall, so tall

Before you can fly

You think you know what I've been through

I won't tell you now but here's the gist

 

I'm not a virgin, never been kissed

Never had a love, never a look in my eye

Only ever had a reason to cry

 

But that vulnerability is not I!

 

You think you know what I've been through

You think you've been a friend of mine

But I will tell you now dear child

You are not ready to fly

 

I flew home to the garden

I flew through the dirt

 

And I will tell you now dear child

That before you can fly

 You hurt

 

I told you the gist

The rest is my bussiness

 

So before you wish to be like me

Know I'm not here

My heart's still queer

And I'm still feeling the squeeze

 

You think you want to know dear child?

All the reasons I bleed?

 

My first is my last

So listen up class

Or you'll never know

What's wrong with me

 

I didn't know what I'd been through

There was no time to bleed

 

I thought my pain

Was as colorful as rain

To me it was all the same

 

So before you ask what we've been through

Ask are you ready to fly

Are you ready for the burden?

To have someone else ask you why

 

Are you ready for the garden?

For the dirt and for stone

 

Right now you think you sparkle

Right now you think

You’re not alone

 

But when they ask that question

It'll make you think now

Have I loved?

How much have I lost?

 

Is flying, is lying

Is laying, is waiting

Really worth the cost

 

You old clown

You never had to frown

 

So why do you ask these questions?

As if you’re really a friend

 

For once in your life dear child

I beg you

Don't pretend

 

Because as soon as your flying

You’re almost dying

 

It's really hard to land

Without your head in the dirt

Without your head in the sand

 

It's hard to learn that lesson

And after, really hard to stand

 

Please understand


So zip-up all your questions

Stay sitting if you can

 

Because we only fly once

And we fly on our own

So unlike me, I wish you to be free

And a long time not alone

 

So stay sitting, stay spoiled, stay loud

And very impressed

Stay loved and encouraged

And forget about the rest

 

Young child not alone

You’re happy, safe in your home

So cherish the now and don't ask how

I got to be full grown

© 2015 Emily Dickinson Jr.


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very nice. I like the tone and the rhythm, enjoyable read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Emily Dickinson Jr.

9 Years Ago

Thank you. :-)

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Emily Dickinson Jr.
Emily Dickinson Jr.

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Im just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..

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