It’s time for that poem,
And I can gladly say:
The year that began
Didn’t end the same way!
You see:
I drew a bird in a cape,
Feathers tied tight,
And realized soon
That though a super cape might
Make me feel brave and make me feel strong,
A bird’s wings tied in a knot
= all kinds of wrong.
So I flew.
Sometimes in circles perhaps.
Sometimes upside down
Sometimes back and forth laps.
Because it really isn’t about
Where you end up they say,
But the choices you make
And the rush of each day.
So this year I chose.
I chose to fly.
I chose where I stopped,
And I chose how high.
I didn’t buy into fancier wings,
Red capes and hot rods
And sparkly things.
And in between flying and swooping and all,
I remembered that even when I did fall,
The fall is a pause, don’t forget to hit play
Don’t cape your wings
Nope. Not today.
