To fly in my dreams –
I felt like a plane;
my fingertips caught pieces
of the wind, my whole body
lifted by the ache of leaving.
My feet forgot the ground,
wings cut through clouds like
truth through lies; my eyes shut,
yet I saw everything – the pulse
of direction, and the taste of sky.
Goosebumps rising like warning
lights, from an engine burning
_faith for fuel._
Then the fall –
sudden, violent, real.
A flash, a scream, a crack – the dream
quickly split open like glass on breath.
I woke in the wreckage, a cold sweat
for rain, still hearing my wings trying
to hold me.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
To fly in my dreams –
I felt like a plane;
my fingertips caught pieces
of the wind, my whole body
lifted by the ache of leaving.
My feet forgot the ground,
wings cut through clouds like
truth through lies; my eyes shut,
yet I saw everything – the pulse
of direction, and the taste of sky.
Goosebumps rising like warning
lights, from an engine burning
_faith for fuel._
Then the fall –
sudden, violent, real.
A flash, a scream, a crack – the dream
quickly split open like glass on breath.
I woke in the wreckage, a cold sweat
for rain, still hearing my wings trying
to hold me.
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