Potential Hidden b/w the Senses

This poem I wrote when I felt kinda lost at college. For me its a metaphor to the potential hidden in all of us kids. We all have the potential to achieve an unfathomable grace but first we must be able to leave the nest. and yes we may have a hard time at first and we may make some stupid decisions but that's all part of the journey. here you have it:D

A birds Flight

At a young age little chicklings eagerly leave the nest

unable to wait for the world they spread their wings and jump

the feeling is so new and magical that at first they forget to flap their wings and quickly begin to descend.

panic begins to set in

Looking in all directions for some kind of help

Second by second fast approaching the ground

And then by some miracle the bird remembers all it has to do is flap its little wings

the whole time it had the potential to fly but with out that magical feeling and temporary memory loss it would have never realized it.

Now this may have been the most graceful part is yet to come.

For a time period our feathered friend plays around with technique and adds its own style

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the length of time differs for every birdie

Eventually the bird reaches a level of grace not many can even fathom

the tips of its wings rise and fall

rise and fall

rise and fall

following the crests and troughs of a cosine wave

such grace which many strive for but few ever achieve

the potential lays hidden with in everyone

but only reveals itself to those who temporarily forget to do like the rest, experience that magical feeling of being 'free', and open their mind to the possibilities.

Potential Hidden Between the Senses