Flying to Freedom
Spring is coming
The day is warm and the wind is blowing newly fallen leaves by my feet. I grab the harness and feel my back straighten, my shoulders relaxing. And with a “forward!” we are off.
The flowers of time Are seemingly perfect Yet each petal has a flaw And each raindrop leaves a stain But through this all Every hardship and hurt Every heartbreak and headache It’s all worth it to see the full bloom Of each individual petal and Each flower Spring is coming Which means it’s time to grow Out of that lousy cage called fear And into the lengths of the sky
GRETCHEN BROWN
PARIS WALLACE
We soar down the steps, across the streets and driveways. Stopping only briefly at the textured plastic domes, waiting for cars. And when there are none, we can fly. We are in the woods, running on a narrow paved path. I feel your head jerk, your alert eyes watching a cat. But I tell you “Hup up!” and we continue. Our journey has ended, and though I would have been fine with a cane, I’d rather have you by my side. You, who give me the freedom to run without fear. And the freedom to fly.
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