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Falling Into my Wings

August 31, 2015
By FreedomFairy BRONZE, Kirkland, Washington
FreedomFairy BRONZE, Kirkland, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Your biggest hurtles are your best teachers"
"I am the queen of my own castle"

An anomaly I was irrefutably;

a ripple on a silent lake.

Yearning for love and acceptance,

succeeding to only be fake.

My open heart as delicate as glass.

my soul as light as a feather.

I become lost in the consuming darkness,

was lifeless, analogous to all the others.

Pain overcame my being,

unable to slip into the murky mask.

My life on the verge of falling,

ending the future, present, and past.

I remain at the top of a cliff, nearly tipping,

breathing cold, deep darkness, no light.

My diversity a curse I retain,

something intangible, impossible to fight.

My eyes flutter shut and I relent,

tears rolling down my cheeks.

I'm faltering, I'm failing, I'm falling,

my hopes shot and drained bleak.

As I slip silently off the cliff,

the wind thrashing at my hair,

I notice something within me;

I do not consist of pure despair.

This something expands as I tumble,

as if the air is tearing away the black.

The nearing ground approaches swiftly,

and I desperately yearn to turn back.

I begin flailing about out of panic.

Heart pounding, piercing my ears.

A wavering breath I inhale,

as my eyes close, accepting my fear.

The wind suddenly dies and hushes,

a silence overcomes the cold air.

The only sound audible is my beating heart.

Am I gone? Do my eyes dare?

I peek out, apprehension deep within,

my breath halts as I am in awe;

a birds' breadth away from my nose,

lays the the ground to which I fall.

However, my body is immobile,

frozen incredibly in midair.

I gaze warily behind me, bewildered,

spotting great white wings that where once absent there.

Powerfully beating rhythmically,

I am astounded that the are mine.

My hopes soar, shining brighter than the sun,

when I become aware that I am fine.

Now I know something that once eluded me,

a truth that can no longer hide;

light, hope, and faith are not absorbed,

they eternally remain on the inside.

My eyes were constantly closed to the beauty,

this magnificence that I always hold,

afraid of its marvel and diversity,

that cannot be bought, taken or sold.

I now realize the dark was purely fear,

fear of what I could potentially be.

For the first time I will embrace it,

because I am finally beautifully imperfect me.

The author's comments:

Recovering from an eating disorder inspired me to write this piece. I have always felt different from everyone else. I felt completely alone even when I was surrounded by a group of people. I was afraid to allow my true self to show, so I attempted to change myself into someone I am not. I learned through the recovery process that imperfection is marvelous. Imperfection is what makes us unique. How could anyone, including myself, love me if I was constantly hiding behind a mask? The day I discovered my wings was the day I allowed myself to let go of everything I thought was me. When I fell I finally permit myself to fly. What I didn't realize pror was that in order to soar I needed to stop putting myself in boxes. You can't fly in a box! I just hope that everyone can remember or at least learn at some point that you only are yourself once. The world will miss out on so much if you don't allow it to see your authentic self. Let you unique radiance glow. Or as my mom says, "Fly your freak flag!" Fall into your wings.

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on Sep. 3 2015 at 9:41 pm
FreedomFairy BRONZE, Kirkland, Washington
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Your biggest hurtles are your best teachers"
"I am the queen of my own castle"

Thank you, that means so much!

on Sep. 3 2015 at 7:35 pm
DarkeRose13 BRONZE, Toogoolawah, Other
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that is absolutely beautiful