Soar, a poem

 

I bowed

to the winds of fury,

tattered tail

swatted by the wind.

My heart sunken,

pieces clawed away

in disbelief,

my wings –

were stolen.

Sometimes,

it is the difficulties

that define us,

not the shaken

bits and pieces

of uncertainty,

the misplaced steps,

the broken trust,

or the pain.

No –

instead,

it is where we find ourselves

sewing the tattered pieces together,

defining lines of character

newly born,

learning

to find beauty

in the creases and crevices

of our soul

as if our eyes

were finally open.

Moments like this

are meant

for redefinition,

to uncover the truths

of what I am made of,

not soured

by misguided standards

or others seeing

with unopened eye,

and what I have learned is –

sometimes,

in order to soar,

you first must learn

to not be afraid

to fall.

 

© Sumyanna 2019