Osprey

I’m running through the grass,

not looking back.

The ground beneath me

crunching,

as I sprint into the abyss.

 

Helpless.

 

Where am I going?

“I don’t understand,”

I scream

“Why me?”

 

I reach the bay.

The salty spray

dusts my cheeks.

 

It clicks

I’m home.

 

He is waiting

in the tree.

swooping down,

trying to catch me.

 

I soar above him

a reminder.

 

I’m my own being

not tied down

to Him

to anyone.

 

I am a ship

with a sail.

No need for

an anchor

to stop me.

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