When is it my turn

Why do others get to float up in the sky

I’m stuck on the ground

Feet beside each other

Hand in hand

Waiting

Good posture, good stance

No faults no cracks

Only my selfish needs

Stop it stop talking it's not fair, you can fly so why complain

My wings don't show, i'm sick of counting on them

Sick of trying, watching, and wanting

I can’t keep waiting for something different

the birds can fly
where are my wings?
why, even though I try
never winning always waiting
waiting for the world to end
because then I may fly free again

waiting, wishing, wanting

fly, be free

to the sky—to the clouds

soar away from the burdens of today

fly to tomorrow