Do you hear me in heaven?

When I talk to you in my mind- can you hear me?

When I think of you- do you feel me?

... wherever you are.

Are you proud of who I’ve become?

(Although maybe it’s not much)

Or what you wanted.

Or what we thought.

And yet- all these feats have been enough to change the course-

And make me the best man I can be.

((Do you see?))

These dreams that have fallen,

These ideas of what should have been-

Never quite panned out.

But I finally became someone who could make you proud.

I close my eyes and drift on the wind.

A feather floating whichever way the breeze chooses to carry me.

This way and that.

One day at a time into a map of destiny that has been planned for me.

Resisting only makes me ragged and frayed.

And so I let the air have its way.

The movements reminiscent of a birds wings

Or of a mythical winged horse

Or of an unseen angel silently, steadily guiding me.

You’re here inside me.

For now that just has to be enough.