Maybe there's a silver lining somewhere in these clouds I've been falling through.

Perhaps a plush sea awaits to hug me as I fall into it. I've known this sky for so long now.

I've torn apart skies with my fingertips, frantic to find an edge to grip.

I can remember a time I stood atop a mountain and saw happy souls flying free.

Stood there, envious of their power and carefree nature they floated across the Earth with.

Thought that if I took a running start, I would earn my wings too.

That was before I knew how pain felt.

My trembling legs were just a sign of how unprepared I was to jump.

They begged me to stop, take a moment or two to reflect before going on.

Instead, I ran acoss the plateau made for crawling and preparing for flight.

Jumped off the cliff made for rising from with ease.

Squeezed shut my eyes, meant to be seeing my long awaited flight.

So as I fell I used to scream, beg for someone to fly down just to pick me up.

I flailed my weakness around, just trying to grasp what remaining mountainside I could.

That was never meant to happen, though, this is all destiny.

Those souls flying all had this same journey. Thought they would fly the first time around.

The truth is, I guess, that we all have to take our time.

I'll reach my ground and climb again like all of the others, and I'll give myself time.

Now I see, the silver lining in the clouds is that I will see new ones when I rise up.

The plush sea will come and it might still hurt and that's okay.

The beauty in the fall that hasn't been so graceful is the chance to climb again.

I'm still falling and some days the friction between my body and my environment hurts.

But soon I will stop, I will breathe, and I will carry on. I've learned so much already.

Recovery isn't s traight line that only goes up, and I'm still learning to deal with that.