Grounded

Adventure called and I answered.
Stepped from my fears and boxes,
Spread my wings - believing again I was
Free to fly.

But the wind tore at my face.
A cold, bitter rain made flight heavy.
Lies carefully crafted around truth
embedded themselves in my skin
And drained their poison into my soul,
Blinding me from what was real,
Deafening the voice of love
That whispered gently, kindly and wisely.

Panic stricken I landed,
Limping defeated into the
Safe, dull security of the known.

I turn again to watch braver eagles
Swoop and soar above me
Taking chances with the rain and wind.
Weaving in and out with skillful artistry
As if relying on an invisible safety.
Faithful it will never let them down.

Faithful. Trusting. Fearless.

It is a freedom I deny
As I chain myself to a prison of safety,
Certain I was not meant for flight.
Convinced that the longing for adventure
Is only a dangerous darkness,
Tempting me into too much that is unknown.
Too much I cannot control.

Faithless. Grounded.

Comments

Francy said…
This is really good. You're a very talented writer. Sorry you're feeling like this though! Love you.

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