it's here – prepared or not, the time has come.
we are scared, frightened beyond belief
here is the day when we must go,
must take our undergrown wings and fly.
in time, we will learn the ways of the air,
but now, fear falters our flight.
we have never taken to the sky before –
always stayed in the comfort of our nests.
but the world is pushing us forth, and so, prepared or not, at last we fly.
Posted in response to the challenge Here.
now, I know it may seem common, even shallow-
to answer with such a simple thing.
but tis what draws my heart-
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,
watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display
I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle
here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun
I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage
Comments
This is a poem about starting high school, told in the perspective of a young bird learning to fly. Throughout my high school, I too will learn to fly, and one day I will soar.
But this new chapter of my life, this leaving of the nest, is frightening.
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