When I dream I have Wings,
When I wake I don't.
When I wake it hurts,
Even though I don't have Wings.
I feel like a bird,
Ready to take to the sky.
On the go in a word,
I want to fly,
But my Wings hurt,
I'm waiting for something,
But I don't know what it is.
Why can't I know what it is?
Why is it that I am left wondering
What my purpose in Life is?
I feel as if someone is watching me,
Waiting to see what I'm going to do.
Waiting to see if I am going to hide,
Waiting to see if I am going to run,
Waiting to see if I scream and I can promise you,
I will do none of these things.
I will stand, even though I am in pain.
I will stand, and face the dawn,
I will stand, and forever show,
That even without my Wings
I can soar.
Sy Archer: 9-30-2010