I feel like a flightless bird But not a bird who has never known the gift of flight But a fledgling watching others find wind Sail off into their lives on the breeze of self discovery and settle into the waiting branches with comfortable niches Like a wind of change swept free the debris of doubt But here I sit on the same rock ledge trying to unfurl wings that creak with uncertainty The mites of doubt creeping between each feather Leaving holes to big to face the weather.