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