Flying Without Wings On The Inside Poem by Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

Flying Without Wings On The Inside



I feel the wind hitting my face
Cool and warm winds
Cold and hot winds

I see the world just under me
I pass the many people I had wished to pass in life
Without them noticing
This feeling
Oh...is the best

Only that it comes when I close my eyes
Only that it comes when I am flying without wings on the inside
Going at my slowest speed to that of a hawk

On the inside I am everything reality is not
For I fly
Flying without wings

On the inside I am far from the reality
May be... the reality is within, on the inside
When I fly regardless of the pull of gravity
When I still succeed regardless of the obstacles

I can't wait to close my eyes yet again
To keep flying without wings on the inside

Friday, June 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,hope,life
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