Tethered
I’m tethered to work
And weathered by chores’
And follow a measured
Run-of-the-mill course.
I’m tethered, not feathered
And no longer fly,
I’ve ignored my wings
And do not know why.
Flying was certain
When flying was free;
When trying and flying
Were the best part of me.
I flew through the world
Or was it a dream,
Feathered and untethered
Was life what it seemed?
Or was it quite the same
Though a bit less fettered,
Was the trying, flying
Just tools to get better?
Yet maybe the knowing
Strengthens our wings,
So untether forever
To let your heart sing!
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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