Wings Within

I was born with the sky stitched into my soul,

A child who dreamed in jet trails and thunder rolls.

Fighter jets weren’t just machines to me,

They were freedom, fire, and destiny.

I saw myself in cockpit glass,

In sonic booms that split the past.

A warrior of the wind, I swore I’d be,

Chasing stars at Mach speed, wild and free.

But life, with its quiet veto, came,

A medical test, a grounded name.

No runway cleared, no tower called,

Just silence where my dreams had sprawled.

So I turned to suits and boardroom lights,

To corporate climbs and sleepless nights.

Yet even there, my heart would race

At every whisper of open space.

Adventure stayed—just changed its form,

In dives of thought and brainstorm storms.

I learned to fly in other ways,

To lead with courage, blaze new days.

Still, the sky kept calling me,

In echoes only dreamers see.

So, I found my way, not through command,

But microlights and take-off stands.

I earned my wings, not through decree,

But through persistence, grit, and clarity.

The Marchetti SF20 roared,

And with it, my spirit soared.

Now when I fly, I fly for all

The dreams that stumbled, yet stood tall.

For every child who dared to aim

Beyond the clouds, beyond the frame.

I may not wear the pilot’s crest,

But in my chest, I hold the rest

The fire, the flight, the endless sky,

The proof that grounded hearts still fly.