Eagle Kind

Have I not given

the best of my years

days of my innocence

pureness of my heart

to you?

 

Have I not walked through

the Valley of the Shadow of Death

with you

more than once?

More than twice?

 

Have I not laughed

and cried and prayed

with you

at you

for you?

 

Will you not

grant me freedom

to fly

to spread my wings

over the world?

 

To be only

me?

 

Do you not know

that the cry for autonomy

has little to do

with things you have done

or said

or felt?

 

This longing

is only about

a need in my soul

a need to soar.

 

Not a lack

on your part.

No fallacy.

No blame.

No fault.

 

I am simply

of eagle-kind.

Soaring is what we

are made for.

 

My love is not diminished

yet,  unless, I spread

these wings

I will die

in my nest.

 

“Every bird needs to fly just once.”  From Looking for Pork Chop McQuade