Wish I could fly,
And reach a new high.
Wish I could be,
The real me.
Wish I could run,
And have some fun.
Wish I could smile,
While going that extra mile.
Wish I could hear,
To the voice of those who are near.
Wish I could talk,
To someone who wouldn't mock.
Wish I could soar,
Aiming for more.
Wish all these wishes could come true,
Before the storm blew!
And reach a new high.
Wish I could be,
The real me.
Wish I could run,
And have some fun.
Wish I could smile,
While going that extra mile.
Wish I could hear,
To the voice of those who are near.
Wish I could talk,
To someone who wouldn't mock.
Wish I could soar,
Aiming for more.
Wish all these wishes could come true,
Before the storm blew!
Writing this poem for Day 18 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.