Fledgling

I am naught but a fledgling among full-grown birds, if even that. My wings are very brittle and unpropertied. Moreover, I am terrified by heights.

Yet, as I see the other birds leaving the nest, perched upon farewell-branches, so very proud, dropping down into the great unknown, I cannot help but aspire to become a bird among birds. Even as other birds mock me, and even as my parents look down at me in pity… Even then I cannot stop dreaming. And I just know that, that one day I will be soaring the skies, reaching higher than anyone.