I Fly

Every time I try to spread my wings the ends instantaneously get clipped.
Shorter and shorter they seem.
Still I try.
Try to fly.
Fly away to something better.
Fly away to something new.
I try to soar above the chaos.
The wind blows me further back than before.
Wings clipped.
Future far.
Still I try to spread my wings.
Still I long to soar.
Nothing can keep me from flying high.
Nothing will contain the adventure in my heart.
I will soar.
I will, one day, fly away.


-Asia Aneka Anderson, I Fly 2015©

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