I have no wings to fly

The waves are high,
crashing in on the shore
relentlessly

My tiny boat
rocking uncontrollably
challenged to ride out
this storm

I hang on
hoping that the storm
would cease
and the clear skies
return

my shoulders ache
from endless rowing
my eyes
fighting back the tears
swollen

is there an end
to my plight?

I see the gulls
overhead
sailing effortlessly
and I think
of the plateau
they have reached

I become saddened
by my inability
to fly and reach the clouds
taste the freedom

this endless rowing
for nothing
for even if the storm
subsides
or I am washed ashore
I have no wings to fly

The human being is a special creation of the Almighty. With a complex nature, incredible emotions and the propensity for good or evil, the mystery of the human mind continue to baffle us.