I am standing on a precipice.

Before me is the Unknown. It’s dark, and the wind blows up at me, pushing and tugging at my clothes and my hair. Come, it whispers. Come. Don’t be afraid. 

Behind me is everything I’ve ever known. My memories, my family, my home. The simple comfort of knowing I belong. My mother and my father, their hands holding onto my small ones, guiding me, loving me, protecting me. It’s light and familiar and comforting. It is the knowledge of who I am, who I have made of myself up until this point. I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend.

Behind me is safety. But the wind and the Unknown call to me. Don’t look back, it urges, there’s nothing for you there.

I feel as if I am at once a great adventurer, setting out into the world to discover lost civilisations and dinosaur bones… and a small girl running away from home with nothing but pyjamas, a toothbrush and a can of baked beans (sans can-opener).

My toes dig into the soft earth and I spread my arms like wings, ready to fly. The wind pulls at me and in my heart I know it would carry me as easily as an eagle, free of my bonds.

For in the comfort and familiarity of the Known, I am bound and trapped. Tethered, conforming to what is expected of me. Bowing my head and doing as I’m told, ever the good girl. Settling into the harness and ready to pull.

I am restless.

I am not a child.

But I have not been allowed to be an adult.

I bend, and I untie the ropes and chains fixing me to the ground, to the Known, to what is safe and familiar.

I spread my wings and fling myself into the wind.

That’s it, it agrees, it’s time to learn who you are meant to be. 


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. symi
    Dec 31, 2012 @ 09:11:06

    Good Job Super K. You have a flock of winged ones calling out from the wild winds, we’re ready to welcome you into your new domain – the skies have been turbulent without you. Your flight restores order to the world.

    Congratulations on your first migration flight.


  2. Happily Homeless
    Jan 01, 2013 @ 03:22:43

    It can be scary in the most wonderful, adrenaline producing way, to cut your bonds and fly! The older I get, the more I question the principles I was taught growing up-are they necessary? Do they work for me? WHY do they even exist? In the past few years, we’ve rid ourselves of most of our material possessions (traveling necessitates simplicity!), and now I find myself shedding so many of the “oh, I thought I had to behave this way” things. And I’m loving the freedom! Wishing you graceful flight~


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