Standing on the edge of the world
tired of waiting to fly away;
wings or not, I’m taking off
from this moment in time spot.
Balanced on the ball of my feet,
arms spread, wind on my face
looking to the open blue sky,
ready to leave it all behind
moving forward, to soar away.
No more worry and stress,
instead soaring across the sky
towards new found freedom.
On my way, but hardly moving
looking down, I see a great weight
attached with chains to my foot,
pulling me back to this moment;
stopping my forward flight.
With no other choice, I stop.
I can’t fly away until I’ve
untethered the stress moving with me.
It’s there for the flight until
it too has been set free.
This is my entry for d’Verse Poets open link.