after soaring so high
for so long,
you’d think the little bird would be relieved
when she gently laid upon ground,
giving her wings the deserved release,
but instead of relief
she was numb.
on the ground, she could see
that the blue skies she thought she loved
were covered in gray clouds.
though she heard the other birds
sing out to her
beckoning her to come and be happy,
she stayed.
let herself be alone.
knowing full well if she flew again too soon
she wouldn’t fly
she would crash onto land.
maybe then she’d feel relieved.