I am sleeping here

left to grow wings

to fly on my own

legs seem to tremble

unsteady

reassemble

standing at the starting gate

every day

the same race

I am floating here

wings seem to tremble

unsteady

and bumbling

progress measured in ounces

have to celebrate

the light with the darkness

finding strength in my weakness

a small bird

in a world full of tigers

resilient

I am

but I forget

-amy jones