Wish I could fly
By Tylia L. Flores
I sit here daydreaming my mind away,
peeking at the sky ,
as I watch all the pigeons go south for the winter,
wishing that I could be one of those birds that just fly free,
without any obstacle in the way,
wishing that I can just be free someday and some way,
wishing I can just fly off the roof without the constant reminder of my broken wing ,
wishing that I could be like the rest of the pack,
flying away to the south for the winter ,
wishing I didn't have this defect upon me,
how I wish I could fly without a single worry in the world,
with the no pain, no suffering, and no sadness in me,
watching all the others go I sit on the roof and cry some more,
Wishing that someday I’ll get the chance to fly ,
