The Man Who Tried
A man leaps from a tower’s edge
And plummets to the street;
His eyes are closed as he descends;
It’s such a daring feat!
He’s been in training all his life
For such a time as this;
He couldn’t even start to think
That maybe he might miss.
“I’ve worked too hard to give up now;
It’s either fly or die.
If I don’t make it here and now,
At least I made a try.”
He sees the sun begin to break
Into its morning light,
Exploding all throughout the sky
To dissipate the night.
“It’s such a pretty sight to see,
And maybe it’s a sign;
‘Cause if the sun is coming out,
Then maybe I can shine.”
He then begins to clench his fists,
And pull his arms inside;
And then he starts to invocate
And all his fears subside.
“So, this is it; the time has come,”
He mumbles in his breath;
“If I don’t make it here and now,
Then I’ll encounter death.”
He feels his back begin to tear
And rip along the spine;
It sparks a pain that no one else
On Earth could e’er define.
His fists are tightened harder now
As he begins to scream;
But as the blood is dripping down,
He forms a set of wings.
The wingspan reaches far enough
To stop him in the air;
The pristine feathers radiate
An incandescent flare.
A smile begins to formulate
As he begins to fly;
And all it took was willingness
To just give it a try.
Copyright © Brenden Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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