Have you ever wanted to fly away like a bird? I have, even as an adult, especially during stressful times. When I was single and employed, I often dreamed of flying out my third floor apartment window, then up and over rooftops and away from my job’s stresses. In the six years I cared for Bill, while sitting in the back yard, I frequently looked at the sky and wished I could lift myself over the fence and neighboring houses and yards into the clouds where nothing was required of me. Last summer after Bill passed, I looked at the sky and realized I no longer needed to get away from it all. This inspired the following poem which has recently been published on Voxpoetica.
I used to dream of flying
up, up, up, away,
where problems didn’t exist,
and all lived in peace and harmony.
Hands raised skyward,
I jumped, flapped legs and arms,
propelled myself higher, higher, higher,
far from bullies, bad teachers,
impossible bosses, noisy neighbors,
trials of a family caregiver.
Surrounded by blue and white,
I looked down, content.
Now, with childhood and husband gone,
I look at the sky,
no longer wish to go there.
found my happy place.