Thursday, April 17, 2008

Without

My heart breaks every day
Whether you see it or not

I am a great eagle

Grounded by circumstance
Earthbound by situation

The little birds seem to mock me

With every flap of their wing
I never thought I would envy something so ordinary
It hurts to look up at them

So I often look at the ground

Once in a while one will come down to me

I love to ask them about the sky
I close my eyes to feel wind on my face
As they tell me what it is like
For a brief moment I forget that I do not fly

Some do not seem to understand what they have

Some even envy my position
I cannot understand this

Sometimes they let me touch their wings

They are much like mine
But I can feel the wind within them
Mine seem so hollow

You say one day I can go

But my tethered limbs grow weak
And my spirit becomes weary

I love you

But will you ever let me fly

Cerra Hawkins

3 comments:

Dillon Hawkins said...

That's pretty heavy, dear. Rough day?

Anonymous said...

Cerra...That was DEEP!

Anonymous said...

You touch my soul!

Love,
Mom