Do I Warrant Any Faith In My Wings? Poem by M. A Heathcote

Like these terns' aerobatics in the sky
How can my broken heart and I migrate?
Where on the horizon can I fly?
Leave these Salt Lake tears and hope to rehydrate.
Firmly turn my back from this terra firma.
Do I take to wing and fire my slings?
& arrows leave on my own, inertia.
Do I warrant any faith in my wings?
Do I go - take leave of this static air?
Breathe o'er fresh new warm waters uncharted.
Or do I now forget my despair?
Trudge back to my quarters, heavyhearted.
Or like these birds that leave, never look back.
On them, seasoned love affairs; out of whack.