More Than Air; a poem

Pictorial representation of the poem by author

In the world I’ve come, I’ve lived merely by breathing.
My body does not move like the waves of the sea,
nor the branches of trees.
Like birds, my wings stay sturdy
but neither flight nor fight I submit.
The flowers in the garden delight the eyes,
but I remain an overgrown caterpillar
unable to flutter about.
Needy have I become of the day
when I dare to walk beneath the sun
unafraid of the burn it might do my mortal soul.
But rather bask in the leap that might cause my ruin
For in the end, night approaches all.