Free bird

It was summer. The damp breeze
Didn't do much to cool our spirits
The blue sky was tempting
Back itching with wings born anew

Frightened as a young bird I was
Struggling to forfeit nest and safety
The unexpected to come, the life left behind

Still the wind called
The open road urged me on
Split me open and seize the agony
Moving kept me alive

I resigned. Flung the backpack
over my shoulder and kissed
Dad goodbye.
Tears and wavings
Empty the nest, my dreams await.

I haven't gone back ever since.

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