First Abstract

and I wrote another poem called flying

answer with no end in sight
in a game where no rules apply
happy but sad at the same time
with a mind not ready to be read
but a bird who is ready for its flight

Holding on to what is given
with a heart that does the work
but a head that keeps on spinning
setting free leaving scared
in a challenge larger than me

running and sweat is dripping
down the back soaking wet
flaring arms grasping for air
while paying attention to the sound
of a loud heart beat pounding

birds praying watching
for every move that is made
but keeping a locked cage
holding the keys to the doors
soon open wide to solid ground

flying