A Minha Vida

time is a healer.

Learning to Fly

I'm going to learn to fly on my own,

I'll spread my wings and leave you behind.

Bring me down any longer you don't,

It's time I grow to my own,

put up with your pride is something I won't,

this time is real, I'm leaving you alone.

You try and stop me,

At first it works, but I see now

how your mischievous mind works.

At first I crash, at first I fall,

because of all the years

you made me feel as if all I could do was crawl.

 But now it's done,

I'm learning to fly,

now it's over,

I'm saying Good-bye.

Find a new one to make feel small,

you put yourself up,

you made yourself seem so tall,

under your thumb I was afraid,

But now I'm sick of this trade.

I toiled and cried,

oh, the pain and the grief,

you played while I died inside.

Now I know what I can do,

now I know I don't need you,

I open my wings, the wind lifts me high,

Now I'm done learning,

Now I can fly.

 

By: Alanna Zane

Published: http://www.helium.com/items/809894-poetry-learning-to-fly

NAFOURA Magazine - October 2009

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