Spilling Milk

I stand with my wings spread,
On the hesitant ledge.
I look down and wonder,
Standing upon that thin edge.

My wings are spread,
Ready to fly.
I look down again,
Standing so high.

I wonder again,
Do I dare again?
I leap again,
Without care, again!

Broken legs and soaring wings,
The earth cries, the wind sings.

Broken legs and soaring wings,
I wonder, have I done the right things?

-Aviv Nair
24/11/2010