Inner child, what is wrong with you? My mind wandered.
“I shall not be able to touch the sky,” she softly muttered.
Though I have dreamed a thousand times of flight, my clipped wings have not found the strength to glide.
I have lost my credibility and the few people who loved me.
Too many have understood my vision as folly.
The more I attempted to gain height alone, the more bruises I suffered,
I sought out strangers whose warmth brought comfort to my cold bones.
That night when I went down to rest, the angel interlocked our hands and whispered,” woman, breathe! You consistently have multiple struggles to beat. To err is human, the scars your achievements. Connect your life dots and admire the paths you traversed.”
