Flocks of a Feather

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.