Flight


bird
by
Tina Blackledge
7-16-2014

Air, thin, crisp, clean
high beyond the world’s reach.
A vast expanse of emptiness
to be reveled.
No obstacles, no limitations
save for the stratosphere.

Seeing forever in all directions,
higher, higher
allowing the current
to take you at its will.

Freedom incarnate.
An occasional
traveler…a momentary
acknowledgement
then onward into eternity.

Shackled mundane lives
mutter below.
Meaningless, worthless
struggles over ideas, land
possessions, nothing.

Only a handful ever look up
seeing beyond the confines
of their reality.

Pity wrenches the heart,
for never will they
taste freedom.
Tethered
trapped
imprisoned.

Wings clipped.

Every great while, one will
see, struggle to be free,
recognize the space above
as it is meant to be,
freedom, flight, forever.

Years of looking, wondering,
dreaming, and hiding.
They are ready to try.
The tether worn thin, the wings
grew in secret, legs strengthened,
muscles built until…this perfect moment.

Eyes dart here and there,
legs bend in preparation
wings spread full
bursting from the ground
Tether snaps!
Hands clamber to
reach you, to protect you,
to stop you.

Heart pounds, lungs burn,
muscles acting
and reacting
until finally
you are so high above
that whence you came
is becoming a faded memory.

Air, thin, crisp, clean
high beyond the world’s reach.
A vast expanse of emptiness
to be reveled.
No obstacles, no limitations
save for the stratosphere.

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Flight

  1. Shackled mundane lives
    mutter below.
    Meaningless, worthless
    struggles over ideas, land
    possessions, nothing.

    oooh yes they do not want to look up as they are involved much into their own
    and yes their wings seem to be clipped 🙂

    beautiful poem my dear 🙂

    thanks for sharing it 🙂

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