A big hi to any of you wonderful people who were there from the beginning, and to those who've joined the ride. I did oginally intend this to be the last chapter, but by the looks of things, there's not going to be a Chapter 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 or 12 in the near future - as I pointed out last chapter - unless the, er, inspiration fairies decied to pay me a visit and bring the motivation monster with them. And yes, I did just say "inspiration fairies" and"motivation monster". Hmm.
Anyway, here's a short-and-sweet-deep-thinking-reflection poem to leave you feeling all ponderous.
If I could just fly,
I'd be up there in a shot.
cast off my old identity
like an unwanted garment
and readily leave my purgatorial life,
my dark world riddled with secrets
waiting to trip me up.
I'd proudly soar over skyscrapers and office blocks
feeling the sun scorch my beautiful winged back.
I'd turn around and say:
You know what? I am somebody.
to all those who'd ever laughed at me
who'd ever doubted me
who'd ever wounded me with their sharp, spiteful words.
And the flock would welcome me with open wings
because I'd be one of them.
no longer an awkward outsider
no longer the odd girl out
forced to watch from the sidelines
without ever being invited in.
I'd be accepted.
valued.
loved.
And the Whitecoats?
The growing up in dog crates?
I'd say bring 'em on.
the M-Geeks
the Flyboys
the Erasers
word gets out
they're saying chase her
heart pounding
mind racing
no time to stop
no time to think
which path do I take?
left or right?
life or death?
body pulsing
wings flapping
I can't breathe
my limbs ache
I've been running for hours.
Yet to stop will mean capture.
A helpless bird trapped in a cage.
But who cares?
None of it would matter.
Because I'd be free.
A wandering spirit roaming the skies
Unharnessed by the normal teenage angst
Just free
And nothing else
If I could just fly.