do you remember?

Do you remember when we could fly? 

We dreamed of it, frostbitten skies and winged laughter, 
and we'd jump off the swings for that one moment 
suspended 
in the air. 

You can fly, my books told me, all you need to do is believe, 
and I wondered why I wasn't believing enough. 
Faith and trust and happy thoughts 
I was a child and I believed and I wanted, 
more than anything, more than life,
to fly. 

Do you remember when we fell? 

We try again, and again, and again, 
and it takes us ages to realize the books lied. 
We'll never fly, we think, looking up at a sun beyond our reach, 
we forever mourn our make-believe wings, 
too bitter, too angry, too busy, too doubting 
to ever feel light enough to rise. 

We knew how to fly, once, 
and we dreamed, 
and we did, 
and we forgot. 

But we flew, once,
ever so long ago. 

Do you remember? 

yejunee

FL

18 years old

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