Floating

Each whisper a cry, longing to be released from this cage. Once roaming the earth but now trapped in this… this... cocoon that requires me to seemingly be born again from a womb? Once was enough – I must endure this trial again?

Seemingly so a dream stirs inside that casts such a beautiful vision of looking down upon this world while floating in the night sky – free from harm but still maintaining a role. No wish granted could match the spectacle of flight and though I coul not before now the hope seems within grasp!

Is such thinking not foolish though? Once legged and now winged? Unlikely! Unfathomable. No. It certainly cannot be so… but how does one forget? Shy should this dare be forgotten?

Fight! Freedom! With the power of seemingly another’s strength the urge yields sunlight shining down. And escaping from the cell it fades beneath me. And realization that by pursuit of the dream it has been reached, the wings flap and float and dare to fly higher still, now knowing that creation is meant to soar.