I have been on a journey
Slowly making my way through a field of thorns.
Inflicted, I’ve been a victim of a history of pain and unrequited love.
Again still I journey, in hopes that I’d find a rest point.
A cessation of the maddening ringing in my ears.
A saving, in need of a saving.
I’ve stumbled and fell into the arms of souls with no interest in my scars.
Beautiful. I found them beautiful
But with beauty comes pain. More pain.
Still I journeyed on, eyes tired from crying. Chest hollow and frosty. Legs weak from falling.
Now I found myself at the edge of it all. The end of the road.
Downward was the way. I didn’t mind
Falling was all I could do. Into deeper levels of depression, harsher zones of hurt.
So I didn’t even jump, I slipped off the edge and fell again. Oh well, the ride.
Prepared for another thumping awakening. But still I floated. As if upwards
The air smelled differently, almost sweet.
Soft lush hair flowed over my face
Soft hands softly held me in place,
and a voice whispered.
It’s time to fly, Icarus.