Born to Fly

Stuck inside a mind

where the key to the cage

is hard to find. I stare

at the torn wallpaper

that continues to peel.

As time goes on, memories

begin to fade into this life

I create. I hold onto the bars

as tight as I can. My knuckles

turn white, and I often lose

my grip of this reality.

I lose sight of what’s important

when I become dormant.

I can’t wait around

any longer. I have to move

on, change the song, and live

this life that’s slowly slips

into oblivion. I must remember

to never forget to appreciate

the things and people who

are still here. Nothing is forever;

everything can change faster

than the weather. Bless the rain.

Release the pain. Feel the sun.

Praise the moon before night

is done. The last chapter is

over, but the next will still

begin. Learn from the losses:

celebrate the wins. This life

is short. Our time is borrowed.

What a miracle it will be to see

tomorrow. I refuse to sit

with this sorrow. I will not

let fear cripple me. I will

break free from these chains

keeping me captive. I will live

a life worth living before

the opportunity is gone.

There is no need to be afraid

because all will be well. Trust

me, everything will be okay.