Thoughts raced through his head as he fell.
He knew he wasn't what they thought
he was, but he was never one
to disappoint. His hands
grabbed uselessly at
the air as he
dropped
and
as all
captive hope
slipped its fetters
he found that he was
no longer falling, but sliding
and soaring on errant gusts of wind.
He had to be prepared to fall if he was to fly.