I want to fly

I want to move among the clouds and

I want

To feel the breeze

Drift through my wings

I want to look into the sun

And I want the sun to look back at me

I want to be blinded by the

Gold seeping out

I want to see

The wind moving through my feathers

Blowing softly past my ears

Trailing down my arms

As I hold them out

Tickling my finger tips

My wings itch

Ache

Yearn

To drift above the cities

To laugh

My smile giddy and my senses full of the smell of ozone

I want to fall

I want the wind to

Carve my figure into the sky

I want

To fall

From heights so loud

That the wind

Warps around my skin

Molds itself to my sides

And when I pull up

Shoot towards the sky again

I will breathe in

The sticky smell of honeysuckle

And the charged air

Coming from the ground below me

It will sizzle and spark with excitement

Growing as I drift back up

My wings whipping through the sky

My wings are vast and dark

They flow and they drift out of my back

The ends bleeding into the sky like an oil spill

But I cannot fly

I cannot breathe

Fresh air

I cannot

Cut into the wind

Cannot

Fall

Because

Gravity—

Clutches at my waist

Logic chains my ankles

Reason binds my wings

Gravity

Will insure I will forever

Be trapped

In a world where

Wings are just a myth

And you cannot cut into the air

When it cuts into you

A world where

You are ridiculed for your ideas 

Laughed at for your dreams

Ignored until you are deemed

Mature enough to have an opinion

So my wings and my laugh are stored

In the corners of my mind,

Dusty with ridicule

Moldy with stale laughs

Waiting for the cover of darkness

When the world is so much quieter

And everything seems brighter

And in my dreams

I can feel

The whispers that the wind

Press into my skin