Give Me Wings.

I wish I could run. I wish I was fast, fast enough to create a blur of grays and reds as I ran through the city. I wish cars would ponder at my speed. I wish that I could run and run until I reached the Rhode Island shore.

I wish I could jump from those steep cliffs, and never experience the fall. I wish I had wings to catch me when I leaped from the rocks. I wish that I could float away, carried by the breeze, when my feet were too tired to run anymore.

If there's a god, will he give me wings, turn me into a bird... let me fly away?

Author notes

I really don't know where this came from, or what the style is... or if it's even poetry. All I know is I was thinking about that scene in Forest Gump, where she stood on the edge of the bridge and talked about getting wings to fly away before climbing back down. Or something, it's been a while since I watched that movie. But that's the part I always remember.

I want to fly away, too.