My father says
To keep my head
Pointed toward the ground
To mind my own
And grind the stone
Not strike the flint to fire
But the birds take flight
Draw my eyes to the sky
Their wings are blood and life
Not a gear or slick of oil in sight
Can’t keep my feet on the ground
I crave to taste the clouds
Can’t keep my feet on the ground
Need to dip my hair in the sun
I long to leap
Arms open to wind
Harken (listen to) its whispering words
To guard my own
Claim my throne
As wildling of the world unknown
And the birds will take flight
Always drawing my eyes to the sky
Can’t keep my feet on the ground
I crave to taste the clouds
Can’t keep my feet on the ground
Need to dip my hair in the sun
19 years on this sun-baked earth
And I feel no wiser than a babe
I’m tired of being told
Need to slay my dragons in my own way
Can’t keep my feet on the ground any longer
I won’t keep my feet on the ground any longer
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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