Fly Away

I’ve never left the ground.
I just want to fly away.
I want to take on the day,
play, and ease this pain.
I’ve yet to grow my wings.
I’ve yet to see the things
from a different view.
I’m stuck in front of a door,
waiting to open it, to see
what is on the other side.
What am I waiting for?
What could possibly be
holding me back, weighing
me down to a flat ground?
When my wings grow,
I’ll know to just go. Today,
tomorrow, or the next,
I’ll know my life is set.
I can’t wait to fly away
when the sky isn’t grey.