Gravity

A force of immense strength,
Holding you down like shackles to a prisoner,
Whenever you jump like metal to magnet you always come crashing back down.
Up in the sky you can see,
Others,
Creatures not bound by the same shackles that embrace your wrists.
Your only desire is to be just like them.

Suddenly,
After centuries of failed attempts,
Those rusty shackles are free and you are shooting up into the air,
Flying into the air as if you were falling,
Away from the Earth,
Instead of towards it.

As you continue falling in reverse,
You gasp at the beauty beneath you,
It's only moments before you soar past the birds,
You don't stop soaring,
Before you can fly back to the safety of the ground the cold emptiness of space,
Envelops you,
And you realize some shackles are there for a reason.