By. Nova Macknik-Conde, Poetry Ambassador at Rising Poets Community Originally Published by Stone Soup
Acrophobia keeps me down, Hostage to my fear, Unable to break free. I try and I try to fly, But all I do is fall.
Tied to the ground, I long to rise. Earthbound, My will falters, My fighting stutters.
I vault over the edge, wide-eyed. I hurdle into the endless void, Where my fear is but a sparrow, Instead of a hawk.
A leap of faith, faith in myself, Faith that I will fall, And that I will get up.
No longer afraid to take flight, I am an eagle, a radiant vision, And I will soar.