Solitude

 

Photo by Henry Okwubuasi

Today, I spread my wings to fly

I flew, soared high 

Not as high as those who have flown longer than me

But higher than I would on a regular day 

I sliced through the sky with my wings 

Like I was on a mission 

And I was

I was on a mission to be one of the greats

On a mission to be recognized 

On a mission to be tossed accolades

My wings grew tired

So I rested 

Not below but above

I never want to come down from this high

I looked below me

Those who couldn’t fly as high as me

Those who waited with cages 

As they await my fall 

I looked around me

Those soaring above me

I stood there at the top 

Alone

Gathering my thoughts 

How do I go as high as those above me

Farther from those below me

My wings are not strong enough to withstand this wind

Not yet anyway

How do I prepare myself?

 I cried 

Not because I was sad

Rather I was proud

The little achievement 

It mattered 

I need my solitude 

So I can do better

What I am wearing is not an attitude

It is determination 

In the void of negative variables

To reach maximum altitude

To be alone pays off 

Sometimes

Lay out my cards

Check my game play 

Strategize

Try again and again

And again 

Until I stp read my strong wings and

Fly to the sun.