Flight

Flight

I guess I fell

But I really can't tell

cotton or concrete

Either way, I am not well

My dare is truth,

And my truth is sweet

But still makes me sour

in my throat.

So much to gain

Equally much to lose

When life battles loneliness

for me it's always pain

It's precious: I'm scared

But also confident.

They've escaped the cocoons

And I'm not hungry.

They're not feared, 

Blooming into something new.

But I am, my life is –

After all not so easy. 

I don't know what to do

Or say.

I can cry maybe in my own failure

And dismay.