First Flight

First Flight

I have learnt the lessons I was ignoring.
Learnt them painfully.
The window is slid open by life’s hand.
“One day I'll fly, but for now I'll gather the feathers.”
Were the words I whispered in the dead night and they held deep meaning.
Now the sorrows of the day have melted,
the breeze from the open window rushes in and warms the air.
I can breathe again.
I stand up, now an easy feat.
It feels like I am drawing my first real breath.
In the life that I was always meant to live.

Now life has begun.
I climb up and crouch in the window.
The sun warming, illuminating, no longer blinding.
I leant forwards, snap out my wings which an impressive rustle.
The facade falls away, I have no need of it any longer,
this is where I am meant to be.

I fall a little, the current catches in my wings and I coast.
I’m going on a journey.
Where I’m going I don’t know. That doesn’t bother me.
I will find out when I get there, but for now I’ll enjoy the ride.
And finally I soar.