Because I feel like I am about to do something good,
something right… again.
Because I’ve been here before —
Felt like a bird finally feeling
the strong wind that would carry me home.
Because I felt it many times,
Trusted and followed the wind,
But ended up falling just the same.
Because the strong wind feels good again
And nothing good lasts for a long time
And would just wound my wings again.
Because I’ve been here before,
And all that didn’t kill me
Just left me in greater pain that before.
Because nothing makes me stronger.
Not the pain, not the failure,
Not the hard lesson learned.
Because I’m tired of feeling strong,
Flying just to end up hitting the bottom
As if my wings were never mine to begin with.