First Flight

When the tight knots turn to loose strings,
The bird learns to flap his wings
Taking to the sky for the first time.
Swooping and gliding
The air bending to his will.
Forgetting the questions
That are unanswerable, still.

The flapping of the bird’s wings
Carry it away from the memory of its sins.
And the steady rhythm
Chases away the conflict within.
It forgets the anger and heartbreak
That on the ground,
It must face.

Now it has the power to fly away
Should it come back?
Should it leave or stay?

But for now,
It just fly’s.
It forgets the lies.
It will have to land one day,
But the world is full of new possibility