Fretful Persistence

I fly... I soar... I am...

I am afraid…

That I have allowed 

My wings

To whip the sky

Far too long

I fear…

That I have slashed through the skin 

of too many clouds

And collected its wool in my feathers

I am scared…

That the height at which I soar

Intimidates the stars

That each flap licks the brightness

Like fickle candles

I worry..

That my ascension grants me

A scolding from the sun

--For who would dare block

The glory of such a majestic beam?

I am concerned…

That they will unite

And deliver me a portentous blow

Before I reach the pinnacle 

Of my rise

But I am afraid…

There is nothing they can do

To stop the wind   

From kissing the feathers

Beneath me

To stop my wings from beating

Against the air

To stop me from gaining

A piece of the glory

For myself

Author's Note

Trying to keep OT from a conniption. Here you are, friend :)

Reviews

[Relic]

Not much more I can say then what's been said below. This is impressive writing,

I enjoyed.

[Distantview123]

Sounds like an interesting undertaking, but remember what happened to Icarus! An interesting and inventive write. I enjoyed the read. ~ Robert.

[.]

No there really is nothing they can do to stop reaching the heights, with work like this no one would dare to clip your wings..

[OT]

ahhh here it is - my favourite of many favourites of yours - love this one! glad you've put it back up!

[Kerry O'Connor]

This was one of the first poems of yours I read, and I was blown away by its perfection. It's great to get to read it again.

[Ed Hart]

you are already as much glory as they can put in a package your size

[Robin]

Fly Strawberry girl , your wings were made to soar upon your dreams , your words give breath to our own