Flying
Flying away is painful.
It hurts the ones it never knew it would.
Flying away is liberating.
It’s not the same, but it’s not unique.
It’s being above the sky, above the clouds, above the hurt and the hate and the love.
It’s flying.
It’s being free.
It’s doing what never could have been done.
And then it hurts to fly.
And then you want to go home.
And you want to stop the hurt.
And you want to stop the fear.
And you want to sink from the clouds
and hug everyone and tell them it’s all okay again.
But then that time passes and you want to fly and be free and touch the sky.
Because flying is the only thing you know how to do now.
So you fly and you live for today.
And you live for tomorrow.
You live for yesterdays
and so you turn your face to the sun, and you fly.
You fly away.
But you come back when needed.
Because you don’t like to see hurt. You want to heal it.
And the only way you know how is to fly.
Emma Kessler
10th grade
May 6, 2010
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