Falling

We flew too close to the sun and came crashing down. The secret is that this is a blessing in disguise.

Wings of wax are weak. We rebuild.

Wings of gold and steel are forged out of this fire and take us beyond the furthest point thought possible.

Apart this time. This time more beautiful.

Trust both can be true. 

The feelings, they begin to fade? In the rubble of the hurt, confusion, and struggle. Just as fires rage and find their end, strength and faith and growth to follow.

Belief sprouts through. 

It will be ok. It has to be. It’s going to hurt forever. 

Both can be true. 

With love and fondness and step by step..

Time - the healer of all, marches on