Growing Wings

We have all fallen,
bruising our knees
in the process.

 

But you have to
keep getting up,
knowing the scars
make your skin tougher.

 

One day you will
come close to
hitting rock bottom.

 

And just before
you reach the ground,
you'll find through the pain,
you were growing wings.

 

You will soar high
above all the hurt,
finding happiness
in the clouds.

 

In order to fly,
you must first freefall,
letting go of your past.

 

You close your eyes
and jump off the cliff
hoping something will catch you.

 

That's when we find
we can be free of the heartache
that held us back
from being all we could have be.

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