Those feathers you have, those wings, not meant for such tedium.
Look at you.
You are built for the sky.
You are built for gales and calms;
Summer's easy satin breezes and winter's hard-edged torque,
And all in between.
And I know you have seen the others;
Envied them in their speed and magic.
Considered them special, different,
And tripped to doubting yourself.
Move your feathers.
Let the sun catch the sheen of them.
Look closely at how intricate;
Ribs and hooks.
Raise them up and rotate to catch the wind and then
Let it go again.
Crouch down, just a little, and let your wings work.
Look at you.
You were made for so much more ... and part of you knows it.
Climb through the ether and find the thermal;
I can see you in it. You absolutely belong.
Look at the others rising and coiling through gravity's fingers;
Paying the Earth no mind in their
Believe in yourself and take the leap.
Commit to your gifts.
No more languishing.
The wind is giddy and swooning to escort you;
Impatient jester bound to
Blow your mind as you abandon your misery, and
Wind toward your achievements.
Busting in anticipation.
Waiting for you.
All you need is to go.
And ... with a glorious twist you break your mind's tether, and
Arch your back around the high rays of the sun;
Moving upward with such grateful ease and glow,
Tingling, unspeakable relief as you out-fly the debilitating
Tendency toward fear and mediocrity.
Instead, with each maneuver, you embrace the reality that
Those feathers you have are there to bring you to your god in
All that you create.
... and you turn, and rise, and float,
As if you had been doing it all your life.