Flight
Arlene Antoinette
The dragon in me dreams of flight,
needs to jump off cliffs with wings
spread wide, feel the rushing air
blowing up from beneath me, feel
the warmth of the sun on my face.
The wind becomes a part of me. My
subconscious guru, whispering words
of strength: take flight brave one, it
says. This is who you were meant
to be. Don’t allow your humanness
to anchor you to the earth. Don’t
wait for it to clip your wings. You
were born for the sky!
I soar higher and higher, expanding
my chest as I draw in air and breathe
out fire. I am no longer earth bound,
I am in flight.