i've fallen from the skies,
my wings injured,
its once beautiful elegance now tainted with blood .
we used to soar together among the clouds,
as one entity never seeming to fall apart.
i was struck one day,
by an unknown object,
it pierced through me,
i felt it rip my flesh,
the pain searing through my muscles.
i took a vertical fall from the skies,
spiraling through the air,
my efforts in vain to get my wings to flap again.
i landed on my back,
i swore i heard a bone crack.
i was motionless,
eyes staring at the sky above,
the clouds lofted by and a group of shadows floated past the horizon.
i realised,
it was all a set-up,
it's been planned since we took to the skies with our new found wings.
i laid there in the open field,
through days and nights,
people passed not caring to help.
tears weld up in my eyes,
i took it all within me,
compromising on my personality:
extrovert to introvert.
even so,
i saw that shadow going in circles,
it got smaller with each revolution.
i didn realize till the wind whispered to me.
more had fallen from their grace,
left behind in the lurch,
preyed upon by a single being.
i nv do listen to these whispers,
they tend to play tricks on you from time to time,
as if its spirits were bored from simply channeling its energy from point to point.
but it soon came to light,
some flew back to help me back on my feet,
giving me advice on how i should live life.
i aint sure about it initially,
but its necessary i guess.
i now find solace among the trees and grass,
staring out at how the birds play around,
making merry and enjoying life.
even so,
lies might have deluded my mind.
i long to be back up in the skies,
my heart ready to forgive,
would he come forth and admit,
or simply continue to live his life as it is,
one of tyranny and criticism.
problems are meant to be solved,
not spotted and thrown to one corner,
that's avoiding nothing more.
One has stepped up,
another walking the talk.
i thank her for being the one to enlighten me of my ways,
i thank her for initiating the change in me.
i thank the wilder beasts for being my companions through this times.
i thank the trees for lending me their canopy for shelter,
their barks for rest,
their stumps for me to convey my sorrows.
its never easy to stand back on one's feet after such a fall,
painful as it is,
it must be done,
the process will not be easy,
to learn how to fly among the others again,
but it must be done.
being on ground is but a temporary solution,
rectification must be sought,
ending this chapter must be swift.

but now as i lay in this open field,
the wind rustles among the trees,
the grass sway gracefully and delicately.
i stand my ground,
resilience is my middle name,
i shall rise from the ashes,
i will withstand another blow if need be,
and i overcome it with sheer grit and nerves.

"the more improbable the situation and the greater the demands made on, the more sweetly the blood flows later in release from all that tension. The possibility of danger serves merely to sharpen his awareness and control. And perhaps this is the rationale for all risky sports."

this applies even to areas of non-sports. and i live by it.

(8:01 PM)