I lie on this blackened bed,
Trapped in a corner of night,
Clawing at the pain in mind,
Desperate to take flight.

Above me, unreachable goal,
Tapestry of blue and white,
I reach with shaking hand,
Wishing to hold to the light.

My broken wings get no lift,
My body dead weight in this hole,
I flap and flap furiously,
Unable to reach my goal.

A broken mirror mocks my life,
Tears running into a dark pool,
Sadness smothers the flames of hope,
And I become another broken weeping fool.

Formations within distant clouds
Mould into hands beckoning me,
Drying the river beneath my pupils,
I reach for the blue sky of the free.

Wings of hope form firm at my back,
A gust of hope follows through,
Deep breath taken as I stand on the edge,
Before I leap into the dew.

Frantically I flap my wings,
No lift carries me above,
I cry and shout in horror,
No graceful flight of the dove.

I grit my teeth and join the flow,
The air brushing me ashore,
Land in sight I defy my fear,
Will fuels my wings and I soar.

The darkened poisoned land,
A distant speck in a sky so vast,
Golden sun and succulent air
Make me rise above my past.

The chains of my condition
Grounded me for so long,
Now I fly free in a new world,
The wind serenade a delightful song.

All the time I spent trapped,
Doing nothing but cry,
One dream gave me hope,
That I could learn to fly.

On white wings of eternal hope
I soar above the misery,
Onwards to glory I advance,
Driven by my new found glee.