The Boy Who Wanted To Fly

Cause me? I wanted a pure love, a kind love

But my own love was hateful, bitter

I didn’t understand how to be loved

I didn’t understand how to love another

So, I settled for what I knew

That same painful love

Because everything else felt boring

I craved that destructive feeling

Even if I did get the love I wanted

The capacity to comprehend it was lost on me

Like a confused child, I played with it wrong

Unable to treat it with compassion, unable to reciprocate

Looking back, it's no wonder I hated myself so passionately

I treated others the same way I treated myself

With disdain and contempt

No one including myself, would ever be good enough

But my inner spirit guides taught me different

They showed me what I sought after for so long

Was inside me all along

Untainted, incorruptible

Love

I had to return to my roots

The purest expression of who I am

Before I lost faith, before my ego ran the show

There was a little boy, created by God

That little boy who took on the burdens of the world

The burdens and limits of his family

Dreaming of being in the sky

Not knowing he was always free to fly

He had wings of his own but remain grounded

Because he was told he would never fly

By the people who had failed to

But he was different

So, they bullied him, teased him for being different

Until he longed to be the same, just like them

He clipped his wings to fit in

But he was still different

He couldn’t understand why, they refused to accept him

So, bit by bit he put himself into a box

Always conforming to be like the others

And still never fitting in

Until he found himself empty and alone

A man who was never meant to fit

Never able to remove the piece that made him different

Because his wings were made to fly

But he locked himself into a box

Becoming just like everybody else

Inside that box was that little boy

The boy who's wings were never clipped

He was shown how to fly

And his heart began to cry

He spent his whole life trying to be someone else

Never realizing he was wholly unique

Limited by those around him

Afraid of being different

Don’t clip your wings to fit the world

Embrace the things that make you, You

Every gift, every strength and even your weaknesses

Are the things that make you, You

Your pain, your anger, your love, your heart

Don’t put these into a box to fit into the lives of others

All you ever need to be, is just you.