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 been a new low,

And a whole new ground to hit below.

And now I got these wings,

Like they were always supposed to be,

Attached to my body.

I got them again, you see,

Like they’re mine and I am theirs,

And I jumped off this time.

It’s more like I took off,

And now we’re freefalling,

With the biggest smile on my face,

And with no fear in my heart,

Of falling and hitting again,

The hard ground of life,

That left me bruised and in pain.

No fear at all is here,

Cause I got my wings back,

I can jump,

I can fly,

I can soar,

I can hover,

I can float and explore,

And I can land,

I can land wherever I want to.

I have my wings back, you see?

And I don’t need a safety net.

I'm finally flying bold and free.

Cause I have me,

And I have my wings,

and the song of joy in my ears

Now with courage, my heart sings.