He threw me upwards, failed.
The third time he tried, he succeeded.
Or maybe I did.
I flew upwards, my small wings spread.
I soared high, the wind my aid, the world diminishing under me.
But elation ever betrayed me.
He smiled, I didn't.
My wings came numb, the wind all but gone -
My descent had started.
Self loathing, self pity.
It was all a cycle.

Then a brother cut me free.

Embraced by wind, restraints broken,
I smiled.
Didn't matter if nothingness consumed me.
I had lived my life in those small moments of freedom.