I barely made it in, but I was on time!
Some things never change…
A day later and I may have had a completely different destiny.
No memory of what it was like inside my mother’s womb.
I only know it was too small a place for my dreams and not dark enough for my bright light..
My voice would never be heard!
It was only right for new my beginnings.
Fitting for my ambitions as a baby! I know I had ambition, otherwise I wouldn’t have left…
Although since I got there, I haven’t really asked too much out of life, only everything that I was promised as an inheritance. Reasonable!
A considerable amount, but reasonable.
I started my journey yesterday by crawling, today my footsteps are sure, every day I swim against a current, tomorrow I intend to fly..
How high? I don’t know.
But there’s something about flight, especially the way the eagle does it!
I imagine what my feathery wings on my dark skin would look like..
I would like an array of colours, much like a peacock.
I would not like to look like a dove, nor a swan.
The colourful feathers of a peacock and the flight of an eagle.
Wouldn’t that be something!
A sight for the skies….
Somewhere up there, with a view only the eagle can attain, dreams and convictions meet.
Don’t and they make a beautiful couple…
Just when I think the eagle has it made, I remember there’s more to this world than blue skies.
How about the clear waters and rugged terrain?
Perhaps my footsteps and daily upstream struggles aren’t so bad after all…
Rather a womb than a shell, that’s for sure.
But still I must learn to fly….