I’ve been in this nest
for my whole life, I think;
my wings are stronger now,
my feathers more firm.
A fledgling, am I ready to fly
as those before me have flown?
It is what I have dreamed of,
a moment I have wanted,
longed for, for so long
and now the time has come.
Feel the hint of the breeze
tickling through my feathers
as I perch on the edge of this nest
and I know that soon the breeze
will know me, will see me for who I am
and will either carry me,
lift me up and help me soar,
or will dash me against the ground.
I do not know if my wings
are up for the task;
maybe they are still young,
but I am tired of waiting.
The time has come for me
to make myself known:
as I really am, what I stand for,
what I fly for, what I fall for.
About the Creator
Nathan Heard
I'm 20 years old, working on my sixth novel and publishing poetry and short stories in the meantime! nathanheardwords.com
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