Yesterday I Flew

A poem about believing and beginning through your fear.

Yesterday I flew for the very first time.

No really I did!
I didn't think I could do it either.

I had dove into the sea from a massive cliff before
and that was scary,
but the water was always there to catch me.

Once I bungee jumped.
It took a lot to stand alllllll the way                                                                    up there.
I hoped the cord would snap me back up and of course it did.
Gave me the ability to trust the tools I'm handed

Another time I zip-lined.
You know how fast those things move?
I sat suspended, racing from one platform to another
overlooking the beauty of my long possible demise beneath me.
From that I figured out I should look forward instead of down.

This other time I leapt from one roof top to another.
That one was difficult because it requires momentum,
you can't just flat out jump;
the space is too w i d e.
Roof jumping requires a running start,
so I learned to build myself up to carry myself over.

I did skydiving once,
now that was a hard one.
Even though I was strapped to an expert,
even though I watched them pack a parachute and another one,
I had a hard time feeling any security.
Nevertheless I allowed myself to fall from 10,000 feet
and it taught me to remain faithful when you can't see your support.

Yesterday was different though.
I FLEW.
You knew people could cliff dive or bungee or zip-line or hop roofs or sky dive
but I bet you didn't know you could fly.
Me neither, that was the only thing stopping me, until yesterday.
So I climbed up a tree (you can't fly from the ground, no space to spread your wings),
took a deep breath, vaulted myself into the air, flapped my wings
and I flew.  If only for a second, I flew.