I finally flew.
How long has it been?
Decades?
Easily.
But the wind was again beneath my wings.

As a child I flew,
When my wings were light and new.
No cage could hold me,
No danger could faze me,
But a weight was tied ’round my neck.
I don’t know where it came from;
In a matter of moments it seemed,
From the setting of one sun,
To the rising of another,
I was grounded.

Now I have grown,
Both in age and in strength,
And the weight I bear,
Does not feel as heavy.
I take to the skies again.
But my wings are shaky,
The wind blowing out the dust,
from in between my feathers.
I do not glide effortlessly like a condor,
Nor do I rise in strength like an eagle,
But yet, I fly.