ednaohemeng1
I want to fly,
I want to fly
So badly
I am aiming
For the skies
Without wings.
How can that be possible?
I'm afraid!
Afraid of falling
Failing miserable!
Could be
A fatal one
I'm not
A man who
Flys rocket.
All these holding
Me down.
It's abstract
But outweighs
The contrast
Then I
Realized,
To aim
For the skies,
I've to let go!
Away with
You fear,
Away with you,
Inferiority complex.
Hmm,
To fly,
We really 've to
Let go of
The things that
Weighs us down.
By Ohemeng Edna.