Fallen from Grace

[33ri3]

shrouded in the dark, fallen into the void, wings clipped

there is only two things left to do

stay rooted in this cold place and let the vast shadows engulf you until you're consumed

or fight with everything you have left and claw your way out back towards the light

doesn't matter how you lost your flight and crashed landed in this place

it happened, it hurt, and you will carry the scars with you always

but remember the warmth from the sun on your skin

remember the wind whipping through your hair, ruffling your feathers

remember the vibrant colors of the landscapes and endless sky around you

remember how those moments felt

those moments were worth it

the climb won't be easy

you will slip, cut your hands, bruise your knees, sweat and bleed and cry

but the more you fight, the more you climb

the bigger the light at the end will grow

you never truly know how long the climb will be

the light at the end could take on a different shape and form from memory or expectation

the uncertainty can be scary, but once you reach the end, no matter how different the world is around you

what you can be certain of is that regardless of the cards you were dealt, you tried your best, even if it hadn't always felt enough

when you finally heave yourself out with the last of your strength

feel the stable ground underneath your feet

inhale the fresh atmosphere

bask in the newfound light

regrow and unfurl your wings

a new flight begins