Sometimes I want to fly high above beyond the blue skies.

I want to see beyond the naked eye.

I want it all. I want the wealth beyond the limits.

But I am crippled by the fear of the fall.

It pains me more than the desire to soar. How will I pick up the pieces of my dreams.

What will I tell my brocken spirit.

How will I mend my broken soul.

Will I trust myself to will again.

Will I let myself down again.

I can't I'm afraid.

The Fear of Flying is a real one.
It's like a cancer that spreads silently.
You never really see it til it's fully matured.

I'm too fragile. I say, I can't do it I exclaim.


Then another voice says, "I am tired of this fear🥺
Feeding into my insecurities."


So, getting up it will fall off of me.

Step by step, I am breaking free.

Its taking me time but I will make it

I am ambitious beyond my state.

I can reach all my goals with a little bit of faith yet I am stuck in a rug of the failures I am yet to face.

This wait, I got to get my wings and try maybe if I do the fall will not be so hard.
© NdiphaRod