"WINGS"

 WINGS 

Keep flying one day you will reach your destination

But my strength is waning—

no refuge, no sustenance, no hint of hope on the horizon.

Why does it feel like my wings are falling off 

Why am i; 

Sinking, falling, drowning 

Maybe I soared too close to the sun,

or drifted too far into the ocean’s abyss.

I know the only way to save these wings

is to stitch and bind,

to unearth hope,

seek light,

grasp at something—

in the desolate, unforgiving depths of this world.