Grounded

When she breathes life into their dreams.
Sometimes.
She wonders what will become of hers.
When she sees wings unfurl and fledglings leap out.
Into wide and holding sky.
She smiles happy.
And sad.
At a heart lost along the road.
The road travelled emptying precious bag of dreams.
Because they hurt too much to carry.
With out the hope of that one great leap of flight.

Into the wide and holding sky,

Bernadette