To Fly

To Fly

To fly,
one must be willing to let go of the ground.
To kiss what so lovingly comforted, and housed,
Turn, and leave.

In each of us, we posses the ability to soar
We also possess the weight of fear.

If it is true that familiarity breeds contempt,
Our displeasure with some aspect of our lives, and selves,
Is explained.

At this point, you have a choice,
A decision to make.

While fate and destiny send avenues and appointments
To urge you on,
And while you war with fear and inexperience,
The breeze blows.

Your head lifts to its beckon,
your hair lifts and floats in tempting tugs,
You breathe deeply of its waft, and savor.

“Choose.’ it whispers

The fresh air invigorates you out of stagnation,
“Come.” it calls.

It is your destiny, and your heritage.
‘Roots, and Wings.’

Can you set aside the weight of fear?
Will you persevere through the bumps and falls that will be your tutor?
Just as the wind blows and shapes the ground, so the shape of the ground maneuvers the wind.
You can . You will. Soar.
You can have both the Breeze, and the ground for homes, if you, choose.