Could I be an eagle today
and fly so high
these truances would
fall away
Could I be an eagle tonight
and fly so far
out of reach
out of sight
You would remember
the good I gave
and all the bad
would soar away
Could I be an eagle tomorrow
and rise with the sun
not burning not yearning
No tears of sorrow
If I were an eagle
would you let me
leave
And welcome me back
when these grievances
freed
Can I be an eagle one time
and leave these mortal
trials behind?
Flight of Me
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
Busted Flip Flops 
Good rhythm here, Jen! Did you mean truancies? When I read “truances” I was like, “Awesome. A new word I can use to impress my professors.” Heh…so I looked it up but only found truancy/truancies instead. (I was a bit disappointed because I wanted to use “truance”, darn it.)
I like this piece though. It’s light and freeing. Thanks for sharing it, and you know, I’m beginning to get a much better sense of your style with each new poem I read. (Broken record here- but you’re a great writer!)
Thank you for that! I so appreciate your readership.