Writing Prompt

Unshackled by gravity adrift -

Haphazardly, so rapidly, we lift -

To an elevated state,

Our levitated fate -

Footprints dent the clouds

as we march the heavens’ gate -

Blessings agape —

Nothing up here, but the rarest of glares,

Where even shadows appear to constellate -

In a constant state of weightlessness -

Up, up, and away,

No longer having to await this bliss -

Dancing with the stars,...

Sunday 2:47 pm the planning of the departure.

“Flight 1324 is scheduled for Monday take of gas and engine replacements needed for take off” a man said on the radio.

As the plane was getting fixed they got a sudden phone call from the main office saying “we ran out of engines we have to give an old one the leader of the crew in a hurried response said “ok ok we need to get this over with”.

5:57 the...

We fly high above the waste

The smoky haze of a planet

The air is grimy up here, a polluted taste

We fly above the grey

In floating old chairs

That hold memories of days

Spent elsewhere

We fly above the town

That looks too old for it’s time

The world is just a mound

And the fault is yours and mine

A vague oasis once green

Holds sharp memories

Of the glory land prior

Before the destruction and ...

The tether breaks, a whispered sigh,

From gravity, we learn to fly.

No concrete chains, no earthly hold,

A story waiting to unfold.

The wind, a lover, strokes our face,

Across the endless, starlit space.

Below, the world, a painted hue,

Of greens and blues, forever We Fly

Our spirits soar, on wings unseen,

A vibrant, incandescent sheen.

Through clouds we dance, a silver streak,

A language spoken...

Arms spread wide

Gazing at the glorious sky,

Eager to sore.

In this moment your mind is clear,

Body blooming to become

A beautiful transformation.

Beyond what you can see ahead,

You’re so high above the trees

feeling the evening breeze,

Peaking down to see the unknown barrier.

Taking a step back

Only

To leap forward…

And away we fly!...

Gliding through the air we begin to see the view.

A view once obstructed by our inability to fly.

Although we thought it was our inability to fly,

It was our inability to see the larger picture.

How can we know what’s on the rooftops if we are always looking up from the ground?

We must spread our wings to explore what’s above.

Our sight becomes expansive the more we let go and trust our wing...

Morgan went on the ride because her friends

Cause money was spent on her entrance

She did not however want to get on a ride that put them at a height that meant death

What did her little opinion matter

So in she went next to somebody she barely knew because they were oddly numbered

And as her stomach churned

The wind blew strands of her hair into knots

she knew would take more than just her ...

We fly

For a moment, we could fly

The weight on our shoulders could not

So we left it on the ground

Our calloused shoulders did not mind the absence...

I walk towards the Storm Chaser at Adventureland. I visit this amusement park once a year with my family. It’s a tradition. We’ve done it for years, but every year I would stay away from one ride, the Storm Chaser. I’ve never had a fear of heights before. I love rollercoasters and have been riding them since I was little. I do have a theory for why I am so scared to ride the Storm Chaser, I don’t ...

We fly.

Whispers of doubt weigh on us,

but still we fly.

Wind howls at us,

threatening to throw us off track,

but still we fly.

The sun sets,

forming a path for darkness,

but still we fly.

We fly

and we fly

and we fly.

We keep flying,

searching for our beacon of hope.

We fly on nothing but faith,

and right now,

that’s more than enough....