Reckless Intrepidity

Little bird, you're reaching high.
To grasp the promise of an unshackled sky.
That wild expanse which before you lies.

This nest that holds you won’t let you fly.
So you stare at the ground which beneath you lies.

Bursting forth in reckless intrepidity,
You will meet the air with a virgin cry.

The wings you deemed ready
Will only now prove a lie.
And you will feel the fall.
Realizing you know not
How to die.”

—L.D.