The Unexpected Wings

He always wished he was a bird

to leave the life he couldn’t bear;

this thought kept his melancholy alive,

and also, the excuse for not flying.

What a safe wish this was really;

I didn’t move on because I lack wings!

As if the ground had no roads

through which he could have gone.

He chose something impossible

as a prerequisite for chasing his dream;

wings would never germinate on a human,

so, he stayed there, in convenience-land.

One day, on his 67th birthday,

nature got bored of being blamed;

she planted wings on his ribs

to see what he would do with these.

His shock from this overturning

made him see the truth of his trick.

‘Cause as soon as he felt them on his back,

he said: “Oh, I am old for flying!”.

Nature looked at him in a neuter way,

just waiting for him to face

the illusion he believed for years,

and be aware of his fears.

So, now that I am able to fly,

I still find reasons not to rise.

I was afraid of leaving my comfort zone,

scared of discovering the unknown.

Nature smiled and left him in the arms

of Awareness that had just arrived.

The ball was in his court now;

he would choose the next step’s how.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives