It was my dream to reach the skies
So I prayed for wings,
I longed for heights.
I wished for stars,
I ached for distant realms.
It was my dream to soar
I aimed for faraway places and powerful people,
I flapped my wings to go farther and wilder.
One day,
I had to fall.
One day,
I became wounded.
The rain fell
There was mud
One day,
There was enough sunshine.
The wings rest, I grew some roots.
And then,
I have grown grounded.
Words: Kristine Buenavista