It's hard to have both roots and wings
Pulled in two different directions...
Pulled in two different directions.
My roots keep me planted but my wings start to pull me away.
It hurts but it’s magical
the way I can be in two places at once.
Not everyone gets to experience this
and I am both envious of and saddened for these people.
I imagine what it is like to remain in one place,
to never leave.
It feels restrictive like I am stuck in a room with no windows or doors.
But then I think what it would be like to fly and never touch down
and that takes my breath away in the worst way possible.
So I will take my magical roots and wings.
I will take the pain of leaving the place and people I love to explore and live
while knowing my roots will always keep me grounded and bring me back home.
Eventually,
until I fly again.
