Perhaps it was that sort of hope
That grows regardless of reality;
Perhaps it was the same optimism
That once saw a bird in flight,
Turned its wide eyes towards its
Densely boned arms and imagined
Feathers growing from defiantly
Mammalian skin, muscles toned
For working opposable thumbs
Miraculously moving perfectly against
The air as its body felt its weight
Leave the confines of earth and
Enter the endless sky, finally
Finding freedom among the clouds;
Perhaps it was the feeling of
Fearlessness as you saw
The pivotal moment, one shining
Infinitesimal point that your
Life had been leading you to,
Finally appear on the horizon
And knew that your only option
Was to jump and see whether
You landed on your feet.

04/21/2021

Posted on 04/21/2021
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