Trying To Fly

You're up on your toes,
on the edge of your bed,
with arms in the air,
but you're as heavy as lead.

Your eyes flutter shut,
and your heart goes quick,
but with each thump on your chest,
you're reminded that your sick.

Your knees start to bend,
and your head leans back,
you think it's now or never,
but your bravery starts to lack.

Your legs push feebly,
against the bed where you lay,
the prison you are confined to,
it feels good to get away.

Your mouth starts to smile,
an unfamiliar motion,
but as you're in the air,
you get the strangest notion.

(now that you can fly,
where ever could you go,
if you're not wanted at home,
the answer everywhere will be no.)

Your arms lift up in the air,
as you push away the thought,
you can still do this,
for this is why you've fought.

Your mouth gives of a shout
a sound of pure glee
but your happinness is cut short
you never will be really free.

Your body is falling now,
cutting through the air,
why can't I do it you ask,
life just isnt fair.

Your legs hit the ground first,
the rest of you lands with a thump,
your curl into a ball,
a worthless, stupid lump.

Your eyes let few tears escape
but you wipe them away,
they're not foreign on your face,
appearing each and every day.

(for this was not a one time thing
you try it everyday,
you know if you can get it right,
you will be able to fly away)