Flying

I dream I can fly. In my soul I urn for it. The sun on my back, the clouds below my feet. I leave the world below me. Troubles melt from my mind as I climb climb climb. No one can get as high as I can. No one can see me here. No running from my fears. I can face them here. I can see them clearly from so far away. The wind in my hair as I swoop and swing. Suddenly the world seems dark and I feel grounded once more. I open my eyes to see all was just a dream. I haven't been flying or have I. Running my fingers through my hair I find a leaf.