Flight

I’ve been in this nest

for my whole life, I think;

my wings are stronger now,

my feathers more firm.

A fledgling, am I ready to fly

as those before me have flown?

It is what I have dreamed of,

a moment I have wanted,

longed for, for so long

and now the time has come.

Feel the hint of the breeze

tickling through my feathers

as I perch on the edge of this nest

and I know that soon the breeze

will know me, will see me for who I am

and will either carry me,

lift me up and help me soar,

or will dash me against the ground.

I do not know if my wings

are up for the task;

maybe they are still young,

but I am tired of waiting.

The time has come for me

to make myself known:

as I really am, what I stand for,

what I fly for, what I fall for.