Flight

I’m still waiting for someone to teach me to fly
Maybe I knew it all along
But I’ve never really had a why
And the distance to the ground is oh so long

The Plank In Our Eyes

I see the snapshots on your wall,
The lives you wish to lead;
You’re not alone, I hope you know —
But there’s more than that to heed.

You think that you can run to dreams;
Let me assure that you can’t.
I can’t escape these bitter screams
By simply saying, “I recant.”

You will have to earn your way;
And I truly hope you will.
But don’t think that I won’t warn you
It can be an awful bitter pill.

Said the Girl to the Wind

You could pick me up
And abscond to the great sky;
I don’t mind at all.

Growing Up

Daily writing prompt

Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

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As a child it’s always the goal
To get old so you can choose a role
And then you’re old and you would fain
Reverse roles to be free again.

Hasty

Your action is strange to me
An orbiting, foreign sphere
My reaction may be jealousy
Or it may well be fear
But I balk at your dependency,
And at my seeming lack;
Movement and immediacy
Is to me, ruin and rack.

Choices

It isn’t asking
What you want
It isn’t revealed plain
It isn’t put in italics
It doesn’t wax or wane
It’s here, in every moment
Every tiny thing
Each excuse is only yours
And one of what I mean.

Quiet in the Shadow

I leave people to their own devices
I let voices carry from down the hall
I believe in the choice of kindness
So why can’t I but think, “Damn them all”?

Upside Down

All saw an inverted year;
I saw my life remain
Hollow, waiting for my tears
To be replaced by rain

And I realized it was only me
Who could ever make the difference;
But oh, how painfully
Reverberates one instance.

Bargaining

I would gladly trade my voice
To speak in others’ words
And I would gladly trade my choice
To live the way of birds

And I would trade away my laughter
If with it went my tears
But for one peek at a happy final chapter
I would live through all the years

This Too

Ephemeral pain
Greased fingers holding your life
One day to be gone