Flying Poem by Maya Hanson

It's a sign
From down under
That we hold
The power to fly

In my mind
I've always wondered
What it would be like
to touch the sky

Everything
I can't control
is a swarm of smoke
a blockade I'm hiding behind

The storm above my head
is crushing me
Piece by piece
I have to fight to ask myself
if I'm still alive

I'm sentenced to a lifetime
on the cold, unforgiving ground
Pressing through a
veil of pure stone
Strong as steel and
cascading with thunder.

I fight.
Nothing comes
To pity me.
I laugh.
'You can't
Kill me now.'
I sigh.
Might as well
Give up.
The storm, cold as ice
It's bringing me down.

I smile.
At least
I've come this far.
There are others
Who haven't
Been so lucky.
I cry.
My love
Gone now.
Despairing,
My life takes
Its final bow.

But is that a
Light in the darkness?
Is there finally a
Sun in the sky?
It's so clear I've
Almost dared to hope.
Oh darling, please don't ask, don't
Tell me why.

Just let me believe
in an illusion
in front of me.
Let me keep
this life
for free...

I try
One more time
to break free of my chains.
They give.
I soar.

The exhilaration
touches my fingertips,
blows through my hair
and I'm free.

Flying.