The Perch

I have often thought of myself as a 
bird
tethered to a perch

In my various and several attempts 
at freedom
I have been injured
Or have injured

As of late, I realize that if I am a bird
The perch is of my own choosing
And
If it was ever there
The tether is no more

Perhaps now, as I look around 
from the vantage point 
the fates provided
Peace
Tranquility

To Stay
Or
To Go
As I please

Perhaps, as what pain 
I have sustained wanes
A chance to make amends

To play a part

To come 
And
To go

If ever the urge should take me

I may

Just

Fly away

Or

Tuck my wings
After flight
And alight

Upon my perch

Another day