Ink Stained [Poetry]

Flightless Fly

We were once flightless,
Bound to the earthly ground.
Where we were trapped
To never leave.

With chains holding us down,
I didn't think there would ever be worse.
So I thought.
It was only the calm before the storm.

Broken and struggling,
The smallest of things could bring us down.
Even something a pebble sized.
I didn't think there would be worse.

Until it happened.
It became worse.
Light shoves felt like explosions.
Only pushing me closer to the edge.

I would blow, yes.
I never knew when
Till it happened.
I blew.

My sight seemed to change.
Calmness surrounded me,
An odd gesture from the danger before.
The world has too many faces.

The worse was over, for now.
We become much more.
Rather it be sooner or later,
It was something better than nothing.

We became some that flew,
Broken from our chains
To meet the world above.
We flew.