Fly
Holding on to something that has already let me go.
Palms aching from holding on so very tight.
One finger is releasing itself and slowly day by day the other nine will follow.
The anticipation of the fly when all ten are free and I fly
Freedom of mind and heart.
Fear
Fear of the flying alone and where the landing will leave me.
But the strenght is in the letting go.
I feel my strenght growing
The faith is in the safely of the landing
Yesterday was a lesson in love
Today is a lesson in faith and fear
Tomorrow promises the fly
I am ready now.
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