beside the stream where your anguish may seep
into the stones and wash down-river.
Your tears unshed may weep.
The places you run to have failed
to comfort, you need to lie down.
Reach out through treetops and beyond
into the cycles of planets
and the furthest reaches of stars, beyond.
Until you remember yourself a bird -
a maturation of feathers
have grown through the fluff of youth.
Your hunger urging you over the
edge of the nest has long vied
with the fear that holds you back.
There is an eagle that hovers over
nests of waiting, where young ones
may observe the effortless way
each wing takes the updraft.
Through his eyes the invitation calls
until you feel ready to take the test of flight.
No matter what the outcome,
you will follow.
Jenneth Graser
#write31days
Day 7 Prompt - test
Artist - Johan Hoekstra
