My winged friends are departing
I leap and I’m flying
It feels like slow motion as my weight shifts in the sky
My eyes shift towards the sun, thanking it for its warmth and protection
My God, the view is beautiful from here
Surrounded by the company of light blue skies and peculiar clouds
I’m so majestic, I’m living my purpose
My God, you’ve blessed me to be free
The distance between us rapidly increases
I’ve fallen behind, a heavy force pulling me further and further
My calls being swept away by the winds
I reach my hand out in vain
They say, “Birds of a feather flock together.”
A realization dawns
‘Oh.’
I must not be a bird.