Fly Away

I feel so dangerously small,

Like I might not have enough gravitational pull

To tie myself to the Earth any longer.

I feel so very frail and vulnerable,

Like at any given moment the wind could pick me up

On a breeze and scatter the remnants of my soul to faraway lands.

I feel as if I could just solemnly drift off to sleep

And live forever in Neverland, flying next to Peter Pan.

He was right, growing up is a trap.