My Independence

Can I make it alone?
I am afraid to stand on my own.
If I stumble, will someone be there to pick me up?
..or will I get trampled on?
I don't have my wings yet..
What will make me fly?

I wipe my own tears..
comfort my own fears..
Am I strong? Am I good enough?
I have to be successful..not because I want to be..
but because they want me to be.
I wooble.. I puff.. I fall..
Can I cry now?
will my tears make me weak?
I need my home..
where I don't have to be afraid anymore..
where someone hugs me and tucks me to bed.
I am alone now.
Will my success be my happiness?
..or my happiness be my success?
Until then..
I have my arms open wide..
waiting for that first draft of wind..
and if ever I should fall.. my wings will outstretch to the heavens..
..and I will FLY.