Sky Fly Sky

I really want to fly high in the bright blue sky.
But I’m terrified.
I’m terrified of the endless possibilities that could happen.
I could fall and die.
Or I could fly too close to the sun and burn.
So I wait until the sky is no longer bright blue.
I wait until it turns a dark purple and the moon shines high.
I can reach out to the stars, solar systems away.
And all the shadows are held at bay.
That is when I fly.
In the safety of the night.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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