Like a bird
I cut my wings
Seeking the safety of the ground
I was wrong
When the wolves came
I had no wings to defend me
The journey long
The stones sharp, unforgiving
Had to learn to walk instead of flying
To live instead of thriving
I was ashamed
One day, the stumps of new feathers
Itching under my flesh
Thought of cutting them
Their growth painful, slow
I didn’t
Exhausted from the ground
Which didn’t prove any less painful than the sky
At least there I fly
Fulfilling my songbird purpose
From above there is no shame
Reaching a cliff
The journey steep and full of peril
My wings strong and my face brawn
I let go
Flapping naturally
Because birds fly
Among the sky
The ground is full of wonder
Wolves being wolves
The river stream thriving with life
Refreshing, enticing
But now, I am bird
And birds are meant to fly