The Flock

A poem

Photo by Parker Amstutz on Unsplash

Why are you afraid of the fall?

Dont you know, you would grow wings as you fall?

If not, I would catch you before you touch the ground

Fear not, for I am waiting for you down the cliff

Take a leap of faith, jump down,

Fall down weightless, from your world of pretending!

I would set you free, free of doubts, what-ifs and maybes

Let me dust up the wings you hid for so long

Together, we would fly, cover the whole world,

We are a flock — you and me

Just us for now, we would find more on the way,

And we would set them free, free from delusions

Together we can, just make the jump,

Even if you break a bone, I would nurse you

Cherish you, day and night till you are ready

And I would wait for you, till my feathers fall off

We are a flock — you and me