The Void of Flight

Into the depths of depression I sank, To the dark bottom of that bottomless pit, In which problems abound and worries are heightened Funny enough, this pit though not physical Tells on my physical 'Tseems the force of gravity is increased upon me My gait is slow An my countenance an encyclopaedia of melancholy Lost in my thoughts And rolled deep in them Suddenly an interrupting chirp assails my ears Up I gaze into the skies And then I beheld the solution to my problem - Freedom like that of a bird Out of that fateful encounter Was born my desire To untether myself from earth And truly roam free, Out of that fateful encounter Was born my desire To enter that void In which my thoughts shall be annihilated And the slate of mind shall be wiped clean And made lighter than a feather, And then shall I truly be free, Free from earth and all its attendant worries Even though wings I do not possess, Wings I shall fashion for myself Wings not as fallible like those of Icarus I'd fashion myself more resilient wings With which I shall liberate myself from earth Then shall I soar free as I can ever be 03/12/2014