My Wings

Hannah Bubar

 

The air,

I’m floating in,

Feeling light,

As a pin.

Flying high in the sky,

Like a bird.

For the longest time,

My view was only as small as my beak,

But now it’s Bird’s Eye,

Seeing everything as small and bleak as it truly is,

It can’t get much better than this,

But there’s that moment when you need to land,

And stop dreaming about beach sand,

Because life is hard,

Harder than we originally imagined.

All I want to do is fly away,

Spread my wings and feel the wind

Beneath ‘em,

Don’t need my roots connected to my stem,

No, not anymore,

Because I’m going to make my own path,

My own flight patterns.

For the longest time,

And I don’t know why,

But I used to be scared of birds,

Now I’m just jealous of them.

Jealous because I don’t have wings,

I have arms.

I can try to fly and flap,

Flap my arms and jump off something high,

But I won’t land on my feet like a cat,

I’ll go splat,

On the grey pavement with a crack.

Oh how I wish I were a bird,

So that I could fly far,

Far far away from here.

But here’s another smack of reality,

Birds have hollow bones so that they can fly with ease,

But I on the other hand, do not have hollow bones.

No

I have the weight of my upbringing on my shoulders,

Man they feel like boulders.

Some people say that life is a bowl of cherries,

So I’m about to take this weight,

These boulders,

And make ‘em into fruity pebbles,

So that I can fly with ease,

Like the other birds.