Fledgling
With my feet
Encased
In concrete,
Keeping me firmly
On the ground,
How will I fly
Up in the sky?
My roots dig deeper
Into my home earth
When I think
Of soaring all alone,
An isolated figure
In the great unknown.
Buffeted by every icy blast
Drenched by the monsoon
Without a solid shelter
To protect me from the gloom.
Unwillingly I chip away
At the bonds that hold me secure.
Binding, comforting, belonging.
Someday
They will snap,
Even gravity will not be force enough
To hold me down.
And as I float upwards
Leaving the safety I had behind
I realize no matter how far I wander,
Or how tangled the twisty winds wind,
No matter how far I go, I can always
Find my way
Home.
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