I feel free,
Like I am untouchable,
My wings sprouting eagerly,
Waiting so very long while being
Rooted beneath my shoulder blades.
Crooked they may be,
Seemingly wilted and tattered,
Torn and burnt a bit on the tip,
For nothing new emerges into this world
My legs are weak, shaking and unstable under
My weight, and the sun above threatens my
Alone, the first thought that enters my mind,
Quite haunting at first notice,
But with some good amount of pondering,
Calm, peaceful sensations flood my being.
Spreading my wings, stretching nine feet
In either direction reassures me of who I am.
I begin to stroll across this field,
Inspecting the area and see what I seem
To find, when, from over the knoll hill,
A faceless figure, similar to that of an
Even sized man, walks past me.
It slows as it passes,
Its gray, featureless face almost
Looks as though it is scrunched up
Tight, wound up in utter disgust.
Although this look penetrates me deeply,
I only widen my wing span in reply,
Shooing the awful creature on its way.
Little did I know a whole city,
Swarming with the faceless,
Stood over that hill,
Even less did I know I'd one day
Soar above them all.