Fly

(picture from popfi.com)

This is a poem I just wrote, after a rather sad dream I had. I may refine it later, as it was just poured from my thoughts, but this is it for now.

Fly

In the dreams where I Fly,

I can never seem to get very high.

I struggle against the force below,

Pulling me,

down and down,

 so low.

I can’t fly high,

Nor reach the sky.

It’s like I’m swimming through the air,

No feathers or wings to help me.

I flail and beg, trying to pull myself up through the clouds,

When all that happens is,

I come crashing down.

 My strength isn’t enough,

I can’t make it to the top.

The sun shines brightly and the birds sing,

But all I can hear,

Is the wind in my ear,

Reminding me again and again,

I’m not meant to fly.

Not in real life.

Not in my dreams.

I fall,

All of the things I am trying to conquer

Are, in turn, conquering me.

I feel it behind me,

Rushing up,

I know I must escape.

My arms and legs pump,

Propelling me forward,

 fast enough to try.

I take the leap, kicking out,

Reaching my arms wide.

I feel the wind as I begin to climb,

thinking I’m getting quite high.

But just as before,

I begin to fall.

My strength isn’t enough,

I can’t make it to the top,

I come crashing down.