Up above in the skies I see
My kind soaring above
Revelling in their might
Their song sweet to sing
Especially in the nights
Here I am a lonely eagle on the ground
Flight seems like fright
And soar like sore
My wings are clipped
And my dreams almost gone
Yet I know like all eagles I must fly
I know home lies in the sky
I am an eagle son of the sky
Homeward I will head
But until my frail wings become fortified with enough keratin
The ground remains my humble abode
very well written. It says it all, the pressures we all feel to live up to expectations. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, (wo)man! You understand this poem very well.
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