Slowly, slowly, I learned to fly,
never knowing a day would come
when my flight would be taken from me.
I was taught the sky is the limit.
I believed it.
Before I even knew how to walk,
you showed me flight.
I saw the clouds and knew that one day
I would cross them
and see what lay beyond.
Lord,
if you never meant for me to fly,
why give me wings, even for a day?
Today I have to ask you:
Is the sky really the limit?
I wrote this on a day I was frustrated, and I chose not to soften it. Not every poem needs to end with an answer. If these words found you at the right time, I’m glad.
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