I’ve always had a knack for not caring,
I’d put on a facade that made it seem that way.
if compassion was the ground we
Then I was a Wright Brother.
The only difference was that my goal
was to put separation between
Mother Earth and my soul.
This flight became my best friend.
It never let me down and in the end,
things never got too personal.
I stuck my loved ones on a shelf
as I searched for a clearer definition of myself
in these psychology books.
My heart became a cold song,
and the hooks
were the shards of ice that hung from it.
Each beat was in line with a base
that was lower than my esteem,
It seemed that I was unbalanced on
life’s triple beam.
But I was Martin Luther King
reincarnated with a dream in sight,
the overcast when I looked
out of my window.
This flight, was everything.
The turbulence kept my eyes and
mind wide open.
So many thoughts poured in that I
couldn’t keep track.
every time I used my pen to try
and write my wrongs,
it ran out of ink.
You would think
I would have learned by now.
Learned that I cant keep closing
life’s door in people’s faces while
expecting them to pick the lock.
If i stopped
maybe things could be better.
But I’m not one to count on chance
since no one ever took the time
to take one on me.
One day I’ll become a man.
I’ll un-cuff my hands and
let the shackles around my heart fall
to my feet,
Leaving nothing to keep
me from truly being free.
I will realize that with or without a
dream, I will always be a king.
Until I am man enough to sit
upon my throne,
this flight will never
By Tevin J. Reese