at my back

easier to question
and be brought down
by the simple suggestion
that you cannot.

easier to just not do;
to not attempt
when you could easily jump
and at least try to fly.

easier to give up
and give in
on the brightest
and sunniest day.

i don’t listen anymore;
instead i work to explore
what, in my head,
i feel is possible.

much like i did
when i was a kid;
when the wind was always at my back,
and i never lacked the will to try.