A Poem

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by madiliz19

by madiliz19

She Who Flies

by: madiliz19

Ever since I was a little girl, I had always dreamed of flying.

For some reason, it captivated me.

Free as a bird, the wind in your hair,

no restraints.

Not a worry in mind, not a soul in sight,

not a sound to be heard.

I've dreamed of running a hand through the clouds. They say that they're just water and dust,

but no,

I believed that if you tried hard enough you could feel those clouds lacing through your outstreched fingertips.

I believed that if you tried concentrated hard enough,

if you dreamed big enough,

that you could take off and leave the ground.

The sensation would leave you breathless and weightless and you would never want to touch down again.

But then I would wake up.

I would push that dream,

that childish wonder,

to the back of my mind and go on with the day like I didn't just experience something so wonderful

and magical

that nobody would believe me if I told them.

And maybe, if I never spoke of about this dream of mine, it would come true.

It hasn't yet.

. . .

So... I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and it was kind of a personal thing for me, but I decided to put it on here. Please tell me what you think.