Reach and climb.
Push out of the dark,
The warm sleeping boughs
Hanging in damp airs of decay
And lashing out at your passage.
Claw at the air.
Strike back with your wings
And pull till you feel it.
The stinging cold,
The stiffening bitter breeze.
The whispering dying below
Into sullen black silence.
Wings touched with silver.
Alone.
Scream your freedom out.
Broken tether dropping away.
Listen for the answer.
The flap of a wing
In the distance.
Fill yourself.
Spread, embrace the air.