My wings have now found room to spread
Feathers no longer dampened by the hurricane of home
But I never quite learned how to fly
So I look on in yearning as my peers soar through their ocean of sky
while I’m planted on the all too familiar ground
I wonder when I’ll have my turn to take flight
I wonder if my wings might as well be clipped
It’s a matter of time before I just leap
Without a care of whether I fly or fall
Whether I vacate the ground or become it
My feet are already bound by vines
Entrapping each toe into the unforgiving flora
I struggle to break free from my tangling reality
but I will flap my wings and keep hoping I’ll finally soar