Gryphon

I wish that I, like a gryphon, might soar amidst the clouds,
Shedding my skin to reveal my white feathers,
Bursting my vast wings from within my arms,
Heaving my great barreled chest from it’s cramped cage.
My face elongating, hardening, curving.
My pupils dilating, widening, yellowing.
And then I with wizened gaze would observe my surroundings once more through new eyes,
Then take off with dizzying speed, the earthy scent of once-cares still lingering-
But once I reach the clouds they are gone, and I, liberated, might drift freely.