Flight

I am a bird flying towards an instinctual destination and sometimes I lose sight of the ground.

Sometimes I carry quite a heavy burden.

In my claws I carry my achievements: the things I wish to present to show my worth.

In my beak I carry my soul for to share with those I love.

At my side flies my flock but sometimes there are problems better solved on your own.

On my wings I carry all my misdeeds, my misgivings, all my pain.

Sometimes I can regrow flight feathers when they are broken but the load I carry puts me off balance and I still can’t fly well.

Only with rain can sin and regret be washed so I sought out rain so that I could move on to my destination and be cleansed.

In her presence it finally rained and for an instant I wondered if I could have been cleansed any other way. I had made myself anew but she gave me a new beginning.

I don’t know if I should keep flying with her.

Sometimes I think she’s my salvation

Sometimes I’m afraid another storm will follow

I could fly on without burden, alone, I could fly healthily with her.

Sometimes the way ahead was clouded, and now the sun is shining and I am at peace.

One day I’ll have to make a decision, but for now, I am a bird flying towards and instinctual destination far away and sometime’s it’s best not to think, not to ask or decide, but just to fly.