The cool air brushes down its back
How the rush of flight must intoxicate...
I envied the bird that freedom
To deftly oppose gravity's pull
With an open wing,
To leave behind an oppressive grasp
With one limb's gesturing.
I envied the bird its airy escape
Until a stiff breeze happened along and
The bird's flapped pinions couldn't hold it in place
And I understood, with weightlessness
Comes no anchor to secure.
With "escaping" comes threat of an oppressive push,
Of seeing solid ground no more.
And so I believe the bird envies me
My steady footing in adversity.

 
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