Diary Of A Young Bird (1) Poem by kite remedy

a feeling to trust,
fly to whatever skies lie forward.
young, helpless, blunt,
that's how my wings flap..

dreams, some are broken,
some are too beautiful,
so I left them behind.
unspoken,
'I need no rules.'
'I need to fly...', screamed I.

having hurt by the blowing wind,
having discarded the unsuitable dream,
the overcrowded sky I drift away in..

I know I might haven't accomplished anything yet,
no matter how I hurry.
However,
I still want to fly so bad,
that it resonates out of me..