Bird Man

Sometimes it's hard to believe how far I have come until I look over my shoulder. All the blood, sweat, and tears, then feeling as if going crazy little more each consecutive day. Each night I feel as if it is my last. The shaking and constant hunger spells, changes me. Perhaps I suffer from paranoia or the like but judge for yourself. The weight of responsibility and obligations droves me half crazy. I feel as if I am slowly loosing myself piece by piece each second of the day. Some days I felt as if I was caught in the middle of an unseen storm. The consistent volume of the ancient voices ringing in my ears only to penetrate into my mind. Those voices make me stronger but shake when I see myself in the mirror. Those voices have protected me from unfortunate events. But I feel as if the chains holding me down is too much. The fire in my eyes has not diminished and then the chains suddenly bust and no more. I rise with rising ambition, a flame in my chest, then feel my wings spread out. I shiver in joy as the blood pumps faster and faster to the blood channels in my wings before taking flight. I am free.