Wings fluttering overhead,
A feather falling and comes into view,
Leaving a trace of what was once there,
But I have no feathers, nor scales, nor fur,
So how do I leave my trace?
Carried by the wind,
Left to it’s mercy,
Alas, I cannot,
For my wings have been clipped,
Not visible, but once there,
Now gone, no longer fair.

Far below I can only see fog,
Concealing the danger below,
As I look over,
Tempted to jump,
Expecting to fly,
The way I once could,
With my invisible wings,
Now gone, forevermore.

The wind is calling me down,
Beckoning me in a whisper,
Brushing past me and down in the breeze,
Alas, I then freeze,
Thinking of the world I would leave behind,
Those who would lose me,
In the blink of an eye,
It’s all left to me now,
If I choose to go quietly into the night,
Or to stay and fight it,
The battle within.

My choice shall remain a mystery,
But I cannot help but wonder,
As I sit on the edge,
What is their choice,
The others like me?

- Jay M
September 4th, 2018