Flying Over Fences

Why does it seem as though
I need intoxication
to feel like a real person?

Why can I not be whole and brave
without the high?

I can't seem to find the courage I need
when I'm sober because,
I hide behind
a smile, a laugh, and kisses good bye.

Just another way
my anxiety buys me more time.

Still,
I realize
I'm off on the wrong key.

I know I'm handsome and funny.
I've been granted a blessing.

Hazel eyes that keep missing,
The beautiful wings
I've been given to fly.

Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly

It plays over and over again in my mind

Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly

I can fly?

How long have I had wings?