She hesitated, perched at the edge,
that malady called doubt pervading her thoughts.
Would her wings be strong enough?
Battling one another in her core.
With herself as the single casualty
She sensed the footsteps approaching
… The palms pushed her from behind
…The ground slid out from beneath
And then the wind became her harness
Too weak to sustain her, she sank…
But her descent met its end
Her wings suddenly broke out of paralysis
Propelling her towards the Heavens
And she rose, higher and higher
So when she turned to thank him
He was no more than a blur in the distance…
Galaxies away,
He smiles at the newly-formed star of the night sky.
Satisfied, he continues along the edge
Seeking out another of doubt’s victims.
(This is not a personal work of mine, and is a true reproduction of the original piece. I wanted to record it today, for I felt the time has come...Her wings finally broke out of paralysis, and the ascent has begun.)
