I am man broken, succumbed to the fall,
my shattered shards are piercing reminders
that I exist in mere mortality.
I dreamt of flying higher than the sun,
yet constringed chains constantly crushed my corpse.
The wind to lift my wings and fill my sails
scatters my scarred shards of soul while it wails.

Man, have faith in me who created you.
Look again through eyes not your own, but mine.
See what I see, how I meant you to be.
When you thought you were broken, incomplete,
I broke away all the needless pieces.
You are free of unnecessarities.
There is no need for your uncertainties.

You fly not by your power but by mine
My wind carries you higher and farther
than your wings could have ever lifted you.
In me, you have life; I am life itself.
What have you to fear, when I am so near.

You ran away and hid yourself from me.
You are never too far away from me.
Come back! Let me finish what I started.
There is still more work to be done in you.
You are broken, but I will make you whole.
Through all the pain and joy, stay close to me,
I will show you who I meant you to be.

I tried to write on the wall of your heart
but with grudge the gates were rusted shut.
I was left outside, waiting and hoping.
I pulled on the portal gate with all my passion,
but the constringed chains closed chance.
Exhausted, I whispered please,
I serenaded and susurrated, softly, sweetly,
but still the barred path stared back at me.

I stopped trying.
I waited.
I never left.
I stood, I sat.
I walked around,
but never departed.
Eternity passed, but I waited still.
I slumbered at the gate, afraid to leave.

Jolt! I woke
to chains clangorous collapse
A statue I remained,
afraid of dreams embrace still bound.
The gate swung slowly open,
aware of its very action.
A breath I barely breathed.
Invited at last, I slipped within.