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August 2009 September 2009

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Time For A Chat
date: Thursday, August 20, 2009
title: fly
time: 7:27 PM

some how i wish i could soar
bend these broken wings take heel
leap off mountain tops feel the wind beneath me
feel her caress my feathered tip as i glide
feel her fight as i make my decent.

but scared and marred i linger on the ground
watching enviously as others test their flight
i was a hatchling once, one that didnt care much for my nest
all i could dream of was that step off the branches, stepping into the void that was there
i'd watch mother do it countless times before,
how hard could it be when the others do it so easily

so with out preparation and before it was time
i stepped out of that warm sweet nest
exposed myself to the cruel word,
fell down spiraling to the ground
wings marred damaged beyond repair,
still here i sit for years later
still beneath my birth tree
watching as hatchlings take their first steps to flight
confidently after they are more than ready for it,

watching them soar