To Fly Poem by Heather Owens

I dream of the sky
to the distaste of land
gravity holds me back
but strive again

to form the wings
that will lift me high
and finally reach to the sky

letting go
to take the plunge

nothing left to hold me back
moving forward
never looking down
for fear will set in

I was not made for this
I need the comfort
never fearing the fall

I was made to stand
never should I learn how to land

But this only gave me something to yearn
a reason to unmake the world

so I shall try to fly
the dream i was made to strive.