Change

 Change 

From pilot wings to modeling's dazzling lights,

Cameras clicking, cheers from the soaring heights,

Flaunting unique beauty to fans' delights,

Yet the memory of flight haunts my lonely nights.

In azure skies, I soared on wings of steel,

Hidden gems in cumulus clouds to reveal,

Yet cruel fate, a hand to cruelly deal,

My shattered life spinning like a broken wheel.

Once-strong wings now clipped, an illness's sting,

From beloved skies like a broken bird to fling,

Depression's shadow cast, a heavy ring,

Heartbreak's pain, life's lesson, it did bring.

Life's resilience calls for us to grow,

In new paths, our old dreams to outgrow,

I ventured into modeling's vibrant flow,

A male model's world, a captivating show.

Lights and cameras, dazzling in array,

But deep inside, the yearning finds its stay,

For flight's sweet taste, in my heart, will sway,

To open skies, my dreams will always play.

On the runway's stride, beneath the camera's gaze,

A new journey's embrace, in different ways,

Yet the memory of flight's passionate blaze,

In my heart, in timeless space, forever stays.

Modeling with pride, embracing change's range,

Exploiting beauty in this world's exchange,

Walking this path, I find it strange,

A piece of me forever seeks the change.

For once I tasted flight, I'll always look,

To boundless heavens, like an open book,

Though my wings are gone, like an artist's hook,

My dreams of soaring high, I'll forever brook.

Maxwell O’Reilly