Poetry

How Do You Fly?

How do you fly

when you’re not used to flying?

How do you reach for the sky

when it so profound?

How do you discover your wings

when you’ve never been told you have them?

How do you emerge from your own power

 And glide from your soul?

.

How do you reach the sky

when you are trapped by a glass ceiling

                                                or even worse, a mirror?

How do you fly when you’re so afraid

 your wings will be clipped?

Clipped with judgment and criticism

Clipped with thoughts of

.

You’re not good enough

You’re not smart enough

You don’t have what it takes

.

How do you fly

when your wings have never fluttered?

How do you fly

and reach that which lies within?

.

How do you fly

When, sometimes,

All you see is the ground?

How?

          Hoooowwww?

                            Hooooooooooooowwwwwwwww?!!

Then I became a hummingbird and

 I flew.
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
― Leonardo da Vinci

1 comment on “How Do You Fly?

  1. A perfect poem for this blog, Cristina . . . and for you.

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