I feel my wings burn feather after feather,
bleeding.
I was the light once and now the darkness surrounds me.
I must be one of those that fell.
Did they wonder if and when they will touch the ground?
Did they hope to be caught by lovable arms?
Have they been in my same storm?
Did they see their memories fading, whirling?
Did they feel the pain of falling from grace?
Promises and dreams shattered
hopes so long gone?
The endless haze surrounds me
so I close my eyes
while tears keep ascending,
silver strings heading the skies
and I keep surrendering, changing
and yet falling.
I long for you, for your embrace,
I long for your touch,
but I know I need to fall alone in this void.
© Diana Mistera 26.4.2021
