what i learned
i wrote a poem one day
about how i felt
overwhelmed
how the world was closing in
around me
and the ground was hot against my
bleeding palms and knees
and all i wanted to see was the sky.
and i repeated to myself in the lines of the poem
i'm still on the ground
but i'm learning to fly.
it gave me strength.
i was renewed.
i went back the next day and
i struggled
i learned to change my mind
i wrote another poem
and still i said
i'm still on the ground
but i'm learning to fly.
my situation changed
and i learned that
words are permanent images
of an instant frozen in time
but the desires they capture are timeless
and i still yearn for the sky.