Fly

My life is way too fragile,
A teeming world contained,
Like an inner thriving pond,
Threatened by loss or gain.



How can I construct,
A better growing place,
Balanced and unaffected,
By my life’s own embrace?

Do I have the tools,
Using hands, mind, wit,
To tinker with my engines,
Making all the pieces fit?

It’s time to leap ahead,
Trusting in those wings,
I always knew were there,
Yet never dared to spread.