Take Flight

My plan is to leave,
that is what you wanted, right?
That is why you pushed.
You won't like where I'm going,
but its better than death.
Or is that what you wanted?

Its natural for me to go.
Like a nestling bird,
taking it's leap of faith,
jumping, plummeting, struggling,
catching air in its winds, thrilling.
Its wings weren't clipped.

The End

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