1.1 Tethered Dreams

I want to conquer the skies—

but earth's petals root me still.

I yearn for heights beyond the crowd,

but my inner sloth murmurs, "Not now."

I long to write,

to etch my voice upon the wind,

but i bind myself

with chains of comparison.

A thief of joy,

of worth,

of wonder—

yet i welcome its sting.