Flight

You tell yourself day after day,

Year after year,

To just keep going; keep pushing yourself

One more year,

One more birthday,

One more week,

One more day

And when it comes time to fly

No one’s ever quite ready for it;

For all that it will entail

Because spreading your wings will crush you

After all these years

It’s going to hit you, hard

Right in the chest

But there’s no way back

And time won’t stand still

So she braces herself for flight

As tears run down her cheeks

Leaving behind more than she ever knew she could love

Nyamedo