Wings. Wings to show, and hide. To glide from mountains and to fly. Wings that will help you fly away, from all the memories and the pain. Remember the high altitude and don’t be afraid. Spreading them out show your sides, start flapping and make yourself rise. Rise from the ground, from the earth that you know, and from the plants that grow. You move up higher, away from the ground, away from the trouble that you’ve found.
Close your eyes and breathe. Then open your eyes and you will see. The endless skies, the beauty and light being cached in your eyes.
Light from the sun, the thoughts and questions why you run. Running away from your home, the place you came from.
“How did it come to this? Will this ever go away?”
Slowly but fine, lean forward and start to glide. Not too fast and not too steep. Relax for a moment but don’t fall asleep.
Feel the wind when you start to bail, over your body and your tail. You know what you did, and what you have done. Everyone knows it, they know why you run.
And it’s you that they blame, when the only thing you did was try in helping others, but ending up down the drain.
Slowly, tears start to rise, you know the claim, but you don’t know why.
“Is this the way how my life should go? Is this what I wanted to know?”
Once more you close your eyes. While trying to forget all the lies. Moving closer to the ground. Thinking of those feelings once you hit a cloud.
You see yourself, but twice as young.
“Look how I was back then, and look what I have become. Is this what I had in mind? The missing answers that I wanted to find?”
You start to open your eyes, seeing more tears rising by surprise.
“I’m sorry for my blames, sorry for all my troubles and complains.”
Saying those words, knowing your rhyme. This would be your final mission, this would be the last time you would fly.
For long enough, you knew how to thrive. How to handle the rest and how to survive. But every creature has it’s time, too find a moment, and flip the dime. Where it lands will mark their choice. But the answer is silent, you can’t hear the noise.
You awake from your dream by a clear and loud scream. Someone is calling your name, trying to get you to understand that there is and must be another way.