Wings.

To spread my wings and fly,
is like walking bare foot
on rocks.
I'm so afraid of
what might happen if I do
fly.
or soar.
But when I do fly,
I'll feel the wind whistle through
the curls of my hair.
I'll feel the warm sun
as is beats on my face.
To be afraid of nothing,
is inhumane.
I always have fears,
and I wear them on my sleeve.
my arms shake,
and I start to breathe heavy.
Flying, is not something
that happens everyday.
If i could escape,
what would I do?
I would probably fly
to my own world and
yell, or scream.
Then, I will wake up,
from this crazy dream.