Spread my Wings & Fly

I spread my wings and fly

not looking back

from the shell

that I once called

My Home.

Eyes forward

To only

The unknown

But in that

There is a home

Already Within.

For in that 

is freedom

My Home comes with me

As I have outgrown

the idea of one

Like a chil's foot

It's baby show.

There is no space left

For me to be

that smallest part

Only half of me.

Time has come

as it often does

Right on schedule

With the stars 

and the moon above

Ever changing

Yet in its perfection

I remain

Constant

As the north star

All thoughts

 and actions

Dance around my pole

The place 

from which

I dream

Awake

That place 

which

I know.

-Hailey Dawn Armstrong

February 2014