The Fall
So this is what it’s like to fall. You plummet from your pedestal, Tumbling headfirst to the ground Where you hit the rocky floor. Your wings are mangled, tattered shreds– Crushed scraps that will work no more. Powerless, you cannot move, So all you do is sit and mourn. You cry for who you were before: A shining star that soared so high. You cry for all that you have lost, Torn from your place in the sky. You cry for what you’ve left behind And for your stolen dignity. You cry from pain, your bruised limbs Berating you in agony. Yet all your tears don't soothe your aching wounds Or ease your grieving mind. They cannot raise your crumpled form off of the ground, Nor can they turn back time. They are not able to restore you to your former aerial state. So in the end, you must say goodbye to your wings and meet your fate. It’s hard learning how to walk when all that you knew was to fly. It’s tough being stranded on the earth after roaming the endless skies. It hurts having to look up at the place you once called home. But no matter how much pain you feel, you must keep going on.
this is so powerful! beautifully written x
This left me with a painful resignation, a mourning of what once was. I can't help wondering if there is just as much dignity to be found in walking. Low as it may seem to the ground, maybe it matters that we are more connected to something? In any case, it is now part of the journey and we can relearn how to navigate.