grasping hands
             forever outstretched
                   reaching, reaching, reaching-
  	    i crumple, salt-bitter failure
    thick on my tongue,
   my wings melt before i can touch the sun,
fingers raw from windburn
			   the clamor of screaming ambition
    							 someday, someday,
    										 someday,
        											the skies will be home
									i pinch my arm,
		fingernails tearing at the seams of
        					  my fever-dream fantasies
    		will they forever remain unrealized?

    my hands folded like a prayer, a plea, a promise,
      							   i try, i try, i try-
       disappointment
    it settles beneath my skin,
   permeating my bones, my blood,
  my idealistic, delusional heart
is it fate or bad luck
that i fall from every mountain
i climb?
						grasping at but never quite touching the stars,
        falling back with aching legs and stinging fingers,
              is it a blessing or a curse, my ceaseless need to try?

      					the sky wasn't made for me,
    								 but i will learn to fly