IF ONLY I COULD FLY ....

If only I could fly,

I would transcend the mortal woes,

Cleanse the blemishes dealt by friends doubling up as foes,

I would ascend the mount of peace and put to rest all turmoil,

The trauma, the pain, the rage, makes my heart boil.

If only I could fly,

I would migrate to lands where mirth prevails,

Where the eyes are not moistened by gruesome tales.

I would elevate myself to the highest perch,

The zenith of tranquility where I would need no crutch.

If only I could fly,

My wings would flutter with the breeze of zeel,

Against all storms, the citadel of hope would be my steel.

My tiny eyes would be pegged at the horizon,

As I would barge through the gates of prison.

If only I could fly,

If only.

But I cannot.

My wings are clipped, my feet tied in a knot.

My eyes are myopic, as a numbing pulsation throbs in my throat.