Clipping The Wings Of Fancy

Forget the inner critic
All his negative editing ruse
The ever ready correcting
Red inked pen
Underlining words incapable of use,
Imagination jet
Cannot ascend the runway yet
Grounded staring
Towards freedom skies
Wondering why
Wings spread wide doesn't fly,
Pass a crutch
To hobbled mind
Holding oneself up
Relearning to fly,
Ignore limitations
From a subconscious ass
Give yourself the openness pass,
Follow the flow
Streaming out and out
Of the heart,
That stirrs up tornado winds
Caught by feathers fancy
As floating through curiosity begins.
Never pause
Unless you plan to pilot later,
The mess you crash into
Should save
And not burn
Everything to unrecoverable death.
I will the words
Resisting the forceful
Thievery of thrown down shit
Stepping out of Shadows
Unblocking sun,
Uncorked clouds rain,
Essentials given to grow,
But that hateful voice speaks up to stunt
Clipping away at that highness dream,
Brings me back down
To the state of broken wing
Resorting to....practice the climb.