Some days I fly,
So free, so high.
Then doubt strikes like lightning straight through the sky.
I find myself tumbling, so fast but I try
To cry for help, but it all comes out dry.
My anxiety so heavy it anchors me down.
Pulling me so far, I fear I might drown.
But fear as I might I still end up dry.
And all I can do is continue to try
To make my way up, back into the sky.
But most days, I keep my eyes looking up high,
Waiting and hoping for my next chance to fly.