Like an Eagle

There’s a freedom that comes with being alone

I begged for your release and now  I am invisible

I am the brick walls and the sun’s rays

I no longer have a name

I am a whisper. Graffiti. A paraphrase.

I am stripped naked on a busy back alley

Even a school of bees would fail to notice the nectar in my floral scent

 

Then there’s the fear that comes with being alone

I can trip and fall to my demise

With no assurance that your hands will ever catch me again

But then…

What if I flew?

What if I flew?

What if  I flew?

Stretch my arms and legs from out beneath me, head tilted up towards the stars

What if I flew?

I could soar to heights I’ve only dreamed of

Like an eagle…

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