The Allure to Fly

What was it that made you want to spread your wings and fly?
Was it the allure of the clear blue skies? 
Or was it the wind under the wings,
to flutter by or soar in the sky?

What makes you feel you have to run far away?
Was it the feel of the wind in your face
Or was it the feel of the grass under your sole?
Do you think you can ever end the run?

Do you want to continue to fly away and hide?
Or would you rather come out, without saying goodbye?
Do you always plan to stay stored away,
And not let the world see your vulnerable gaze?

The Unsaid

It's easy to cage a wandering heart,
But not so to ease the pain of a broken heart.
It's convenient to let the mind wander,
But takes courage, to let another conquer. 

Giving wings to hearts, won't heal
Some TLC will do the deed. 
Let the thoughts flow and feel,
Let her be thy comfort and need. 

Many things were said and done,
Yet so much is left unsaid. 
Let it be known dear son,
Before everyone starts to regret. 

Moving On

Too many paths to take,
Too many lights to follow,
Distractions galore,
But I must keep moving on.

Many an outstretched hand
Leading me, showing me different paths.
But I need to reach for that one hand,
That will only lead to my heart.

I dare not chose the wrong path,
It's too dark to lose my way,
I wish to take that one hand,
That is sure to light my way.

Too crowded

I miss him today,
Maybe because I know he isn't around anymore.
Because, I don't have access.
Or the memories and how he made me feel.

I remember old songs,
And even agree with random lyrics.
Things that remind me of him.
I smile to myself.

But it is probably for the best
That we went our separate ways.
There doesn't seem to be enough space for me in your life.
It's already too crowded. 

The Hiker

I cannot seem to take off those rose-tinted glasses you put on me.
The spell casted seems everlasting; I feel shackled.
Steps taken would be much stable without the confusion
And the onward vision far clearer, without the fog. 

I have tried to break the shackles and fly away,
But the power that you have 
And the strength with which you embrace my being
Is overwhelming. More than I can endure.

I sense a great mountain before me,
And a wilderness of thorny bushes to navigate through. 
The lacerations are already visible 
Yet unavoidable. 

The hiker in me is determined to climb to the top of the mountain.
To enjoy the view by conquering the wilderness and the fog. 
Discarding the rose-tinted glasses and the shackles you have on me
Would be the ultimate triumph for the hiker that is me.