Flight Anxiety

I wrote this poem for and English class assignment and my family said it was good.

I am a quiet guy with eyes blue like the sky
I wonder when i will be able to spread my wings and fly
I hear the sky calling
I see the birds up high
I want to join my friends and tell the ground goodbye
I am a quiet guy with eyes blue like the sky

I pretend i soar above so wonderful and free
I feel the wind at my sides as it passes me
I touch a pale white cloud as moist as the sea
I worry it will not last despite my urgent pleas
I cry when i leave my friends or when they leave me
I am a quiet guy with eyes blue like the sky

I understand i will not fly if the future is not kind
I say anything is possible if we only use our minds
I dream i cannot spread my wings because i am confined
I try to travel the world there is so much to see
I hope i will enjoy life and it will not pass by me
I am a quiet guy with eyes blue like the sky