A Poem

Born Alone/Flying Solo

The lonely journey

I woke up in my bed Alone I suffered through the night Alone

I go through this journey of life — feeling alone — flying solo Touching down in other people’s nests Rarely bringing anyone in my nomadic home

But I help others mend their wings, nursing them back to health again and again Then I fly solo — tears in the wind Fiercely flying solo daring the earth, wind or fire to touch me I felt I had a force field of protection — in me and around me

Days, months, weeks, years go by Reality sets and in — my invincibility is a lie It was only the bravery, foolishness and the distraction of youth that kept me high

I’m older now — I fly low and solo Sometimes barely able to lift a wing — but I still call, act and sing - I tell half the story of my health and well being Too scared and embarrassed To admit or say that I fight back heartache and tears everyday

Because my nest is empty — my baby bird has flown away I rarely hear from him from day to day

I fly solo — but now I want to join a flock — but I think my years of being, acting and moving alone have left me vulnerable — out of luck, way too late Because flocks have pecking orders and their own way to communicate

When I look in the sky — I wonder why it took me so long to see how and why flying solo is dangerous and might be the death of me

I’m flying solo I wake up alone I am suffering alone

I hope and pray I finally find and nest with my soulmate before my dying day I want to help & show tough old and young birds there is another way…