#WritcoPoemChallenge

Even if I can't fly.
Even if I can't touch the sky.
Let me at least, try.

Let me feel what is euphoria.
Let me be in what seems like utopia.
For it's all that I see.
For it's all that I want.

Even when the chances of not falling
Is that size of an ant,
Or even smaller,
Even when the flames
Of what I crave
Set me on fire,
I'd still choose not to regret
And rather burn
And rise again from the ashes
As a phoenix.

So, please, just let me fly.


© SheWrites