Fright or Flight

I'd love to fly high, but my wing just broke! 

My eyes are laden with tears.

Neither age nor injury did this to me.

The foe lurks inside of me, hidden.

I go to the wise men. I go to the priest.

They poke and they prompt and they pray.

But no one, save I, can tame the wild beast.

So floundering aground I remain.

Please no! My heart cries. I'm longing to fly.

And turn circles 'round treetops and clouds.

But as long as my head says I can't, then I won't.

And I'll die in my cage of denial.