One day, I noticed my wing was clipped but you insisted I keep flying because you would catch me if I fell. One day, I noticed the cracks in our house but you told me to keep building because you would repair the broken. You stuffed your faith in me and told me I could believe in you. That I could risk all of me for you and foolishly I jumped without reason, without thought and gave you all I had to give. With broken wings and a house collapsed, I was in ruins before I hit the ground. As the blood spilled from me, I looked at you with bloodshot eyes that were pleading. You glared back unremorseful and unapologetic. As I bled to death, you took your belongings and whistled away. You did not watch me die nor did you care to look back.
The dust from our home had long blown away and my wings were torn from me. I waited for fate to finish my story and be done with me once and for all. As black as it was I was ready to die now but a cool breeze breathed life into me and suddenly my eyes were open. It was a kind, compassionate breeze; loving me and I was not alone. The wind, compassionate enough to flow gently within my fingers and my toes, brushing the back of my hair and ever so softly, it told me to get up. I whispered desperately that I couldn’t. The sky above me angered and turned a gloomy gray.
Tears escaped from my eyes and I wanted now to prove this loud powerful voice wrong. I clinched the ground; my mind was already sending messages throughout my nervous system to revive my limbs. My hands laid flat on the ground pushing myself upward but the pain, physically and emotionally was too much. I gave into its taunting and crashed back to the ground with a loud scream. “Let me love you,” the voice said. “What makes you so different,” I shot back.
“You will never be what you are now, chasing death like you are; unable to stand. You will hurt, you will get tired, but you will never be this…fallen without the will to get up. What you know of is not love, it was a disguise dressed in love. Love is not death but life so what has brought you to this state was not love but its opposite. I will show you wisdom with these things and I will love you to life and if you allow me to show you what love is…nothing in this world will do this to you again. Where you are weak, I will make you powerful, where you are foolish, I will make you wise. Where you are bound, I will set you free. Do you want to know what love is?” the voice asked. “Show me,” I whispered. Immediately the voice came into me… “Get up. Get up from this floor, you will not die here. You are alive my child. I love you. Get up. I know you’re hurting but this will not kill you. Let your body move and come from this place. You are strong enough to get up and start again. You are beautiful, walk with me my dear. Let me hold your hand. Smell the air and breathe. Let me clean you in the river, this blood shall wash away. Let the sun heat up your soul. Let me clean your hair."
I walked from the river to where my broken wings were. “My wings,” I said softly, “I can’t fly anymore.” “You don’t need wings to fly my child. Your spirit and soul can fly without them.” I walked past my home that now lay before me in ruins. “Where will I live, where do I go?” “It is I who brought you back to life and it will be I who will keep you alive. I will show you where you will live and I will show you where you should go.” I caressed the debris of what was left of my old house. “Can’t we rebuild here, maybe he will come back?” "What is here left you for dead and what will come back will only bring you death. You must move on because all that lives here is evil and death. Love yourself more than death and watch yourself become great. You will understand the full knowledge of love”. As she lingered in the destructive land, she took one last look at her broken wings and her ruined home and followed the voice that took her far from that place.
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