It’s like you’ve never had wings –
always jumping off the ground,
off the cliff,
into the gorge,
with nothing, no guarantee
that you won’t die.
Nothing holding you up
But your own **** dreams,
Hopes, desires, wants, instinct.
You never expect to truly fly –
You’re always waiting for something to show you
Something to appear
Something to destroy you.
And so it does.

What if it didn’t?
What if, one of these times,
You didn’t fall.
You didn’t die.
You flew.
What would you do?
I don’t think you’d know what to do.
I know I wouldn’t.