Onward

I jumped and I did not fall.
I flew.
Just like all those promises said I would.

Some days I soar.
Some days I swoop so low
the tips of my wings brush the water
and I know if I stopped moving forward
for even a second
I would be wet and heavy and sinking.

So, onward.

Some days I'd give anything
for a soft place to land,
but the stars say not yet.
Perhaps I haven't broken in these wings
well enough to know for certain
that if I folded them to rest
I would have the strength to unfurl them
and fly once again.

Until then, onward.