Like birds fly,
I fly.
To the measure of the sky
I rise.

Above the shadows of fear,
distant summons I hear.

My soul over the show of darkness,
coming forth the light
clearly in sight.

I go on flapping, eager my wings,
my feathers to the wind, clapping.
A crowd of my making,
an audience
in adherence.

Closing in on change,
my endeavors,
of haviors, my person,
switching personalities
improving my qualities.

A soul not cold, inviting.
a word not steel, healing.
hugs not swords,
peace with ease.

© Chinekwe Wilson
Image courtesy; My drawing.