The Flight

Learning to fly after falling down--a poem

I have never been in an airplane,

Yet I know what it's like to fly,

They tell you it's just flapping wings to make your way,

But they forget to warn you about the wind or rain.

It's almost as if they wanted me to crash...

Into a pole so that there'd be blood on my bosom,

So they could delude me into thinking I'm not a swan, but a possum,

And I'd mourn the dreams they'd turned to ash.

Yet, hurting myself made me get up at last,

It pushed me to clip the wings they'd lend,

For I could now grow my own pair or atleast pretend,

Till I evolved into something more than an enthusiast.

So I still lovingly gaze at the sky every night and day,

Admire all those graceful souls who learnt to flee,

Await the moment I finally get to break free,

Soar through; without caring what anyone has to say.

~Mortal Morph

Thank you for reading! 🫶

This is probably one of the shortest poem I’ve written. It's also probably the only motivational one I’ve written so far. Anyway, I hope you all get to break free from your cages and hover in the sky as well.