Trying to Fall

Mon, 07/01/2019 - 00:37 -- dorankc

learning to fly wasn't the goal

what use did I have for that kind of freedom?

all he wanted was someone to catch 


I fought my instincts

trying to fall was much harder

when I already knew how to fly


so I tried to forget

after all, who wants freedom?

they said true love was being held in a cage


when he came I pushed myself to fall

and as his hands came to open his cage

I soared

because love isn't in being trapped


love is in the freedom of flying

and having someone who encourages you to soar

This poem is about: 
Our world


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