I’ve dug out my roots a long time
ago, back when I thought the world was
infinite and that I was meant to explore it.
Now I’m just dragging those roots behind
me. I step with them into every day with
the sky painted gray. They are the painful
reminder that I have such big wings and such
little room to move.
I tried chopping them off but they grow back
even longer and stronger. I think they’re trying
to send a message. I think they’re trying to
tell me to learn how to use my feet to cross
the lines instead of using my hands to draw new ones.