Soaring
Free falling, But I have wings. How did I get them? When did that happen? I've fallen before, I've fallen many times, With no wings, though, And I hit the ground, Got up, Climbed back up, And I fell again, Hit the ground again, Harder every time. This time I am back up, I slowly floated up here, And I got wings in the meantime. Did I draw them for myself, Or did they appear when I was ready? I don’t know how, But I have them, These giant angelic wings, In any color, one can imagine, And transparent all around. I see through them, And they see through me. I feel like I had them before, Before I was taught that there is no space for me in this world, And for my magic, And that’s when I first fell down, And hit the ground, I crawled, I cried, I screamed, I hid, And I begged for someone to pick me up, Carry me anywhere but down, And waited and waited and waited. When no one came, I fell even harder, Down through all these grounds that I thought did not exist, Every time there’s bee...