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| Free to Fail |
Wounded bird now free
to fail,
Tumbling from a well
made nest,
Nestled in a round
oak tree, with circles marking years gone by
To fly once more
seems almost an impossible task,
Shaking off years of apathy
and comfortable mediocrity
With no definition or
direction for what happens next,
Is it fair to fly
back into the unknown just to be alone?
Her current path,
well known and predictable, yet so predictable, she knows exactly where the
journey will end…where it will stop and its limitations.
And then a second
path, hedged with thorns and barbed wire,
This road is longer,
less clear…dangerously foreboding and unknown.
And yet far in the
distance, a distance so far that it makes her weary at the thought of what is
required to get there...she sees the first glimmer of a light.
She feels its warmth outstretched over the
path ahead, shining a welcome light of relief to the dark corners peeking out
from the thorns and barbed wire
She is free to fail again…if she can lift her wings once more.
