There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask “What if I fall?”
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?
Oh, my darling, take it all
Every last inch of the world
Tint it in the way only you can, with wonder and beauty and laughter
You won’t want to
You’ll say: it’s too much responsibility
You’ll say: your color isn’t vibrant enough to saturate this planet
You’ll say: you don’t know how to lure the grey from the clouds
You’ll say: you aren’t powerful enough to tame the beasts that roam from house to house distributing hurt
You’ll say: you’re scared that you might fall
Oh, but my darling, you have me by your side
I’ve studied your colors and your strength and your energy
Oh, my darling, fly.
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.
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