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Trying to fly

I remember as a child, pretending to fly

A child’s imagination, a cherished dream.

To soar above, I sought the sky.

With feathers of hope, my wings would gleam,

I toiled and toiled, with heart and soul,

Determined that my dreams be found.

To forge these wings, was my sacred goal.

With each setback, I stood my ground,

Now standing tall, I spread my arms,

ropes unseen, disadvantage, shadows cast,

tie me down to life’s harsh norms.

with bound wings, my dreams fall fast.

The weight of doubt, it pulls me low,

A struggle fierce, a relentless blow.

Yet deep inside, a fire still burns,

To fly up high, my heart yearns.

I will not yield, I won’t succumb,

To ties that bind and fears that numb.

With strength renewed, I’ll break away,

And rise above, these skies of gray.

These wings of mine, are strong and true,

to pierce the clouds and carry me through.

In each setback, ropes tighten, I never learn,

In every fall, the ropes chaff and burn.

I am trying to fly. Is it worth the fight?

To reach the heavens, bathed in light.

Though I remain bound, I fight for the sky,

With wings of hope, I am trying to fly.

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  1. Carl D'Agostino Avatar
    Carl D’Agostino

    When I was about 3 years old I used a towel as a cape and fastened my neck to the bannister with a belt and jumped from the top of the stairs. Miracuously I was not hurt but my mother’s beating for my effort made up for managing my jump without injury. However, she nevewr saw me jump from a second floor window or from the carport roof. I learned that towls do not make good flying capes.

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    1. Salie Davis Wopoli.com Avatar
      Salie Davis Wopoli.com

      I would flap my arms really fast and jump up and down, it annoyed my mother too.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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