Brian’sPoems

Given to Fly

A child requires no effort
to be true to herself.
So why would you rather
wander in the night,
than explore the interior mountain
of your very being?

In the darkness
there is nothing to lean on,
only things to bump against.
Everything becomes a shadow
and what you cannot see
is looking right at you.

When all your thoughts
become a subjunctive—
as if…
perhaps…
maybe…
I might…
could’ve, should’ve, would’ve…
a light will break on the horizon
igniting true faith in your heart.
Later a breeze will begin to blow,
into which you can lean
and then take flight.