To fly once more

I remember when I could fly,

so high,

never an ending to my sky.

Setting out with intentional direction,

flying head on into storms of uncertainty, flickering with electrifying failures, thundering with fear.

Confident and excited, my spirit brimmed with dreams.

At times, weakened perches gave way, pulling life down into darkness.

Falling in a spiral of descent, out of control, to an abyss of torment, angry with regret and pain.

But strength of character spreads wide open and catches with an embrace of resolve and hope.

Now, I’m grounded, with wings all bent out of shape.

Longing to feel freedom soothing the wail in its song,

Nursing my wounds and addressing my scars,

With heart wide open, I envision the top of the world.

Held in place with love and connections,

a pulsing light heals, with the warmth of clarity, and a peaceful humbleness nurtures my soul.

I look to the sky once more..

And on broken wings, I soar.