Him; I; Her

I look down.

I see emptiness.

I feel cold.

I feel tears.

I feel depression.

I fly into darkness.

I am blind.

I am tumbling; down, down I go, never to hit ground.

I go through the ground.

I unfold my wings and soar again; skimming below the surface.

I taste dry earth.

I look for a stream.

I find none.

I see a puddle, but there is no liquid.

I fly and soar, just below the crust.

I am torn out of the ground and through darkness.

I am falling up.

I see light.

I test chaos for current.

I bob and thrash towards the light.

I land in a tree.

I see life.

I know chaos is right behind me.

I sit.

I wait.

I hear chaos stop; chaos is tired.

I wonder.

I curl.

I sleep.

I wake.

I uncurl.

I hop.

I soar.

I hear her behind me, waking.

I know she must sleep.

I know she must wake.

I know everything.

I know nothing.

I fly.

I glide.

I love it.

I hate it.

I have everything.

I have nothing.

I hear her destruction behind me.

I hear their shock and fear.

I hear chaos.

I proceed.

I don’t care; not anymore.

I was once called happiness.

I was once called joy.

I was once called prosperity.

I was once called peace.

I was once; now I am.

I am life.

I am death.

I am earth.

I am sky.

I am water.

I am fire.

I still hear her behind me.

I see her devouring the life I fly over.

I will not let her overcame me; not again.

I must not.

I must not.

I am life; she eats life.

I am death; so is she.

I will fly faster.

I must.

I must.

I am earth; she rips me up.

I am sky; she consumes me.

I am water; she uses me.

I am fire; she strengthens me.

I must fly harder.

I fly upward; she follows.

I fly faster; so does she.

I fly harder; she puffs with effort.

I rise.

I know what I must do.

I care again.

I fly above life; she follows.

I fly with death; so does she.

I leave behind earth; she cares not.

I leave behind sky; she chokes, she shudders, but she follows.

I rise above natural water; she condenses.

I rise above ability for fire; she does not notice.

I soar through the coldest of cold, we shudder.

I glide through the everlasting dance.

I float through the nothingness after the dance.

I shiver.

I wonder.

I curl.

I think: what can I do?

I know what I can do.

I know what I will do.

I know what I must do.

I uncurl.

I check: she is still following.

I jet; so does she.

I have renewed peace.

I have renewed strength.

I soar to my Savior.

I glide to my Creator.

I float to my King.

I fly to my Father.

I flop ungracefully into the arms of Him.

I give Him my worries.

I give Him my problems.

I give Him my sadness.

I give Him my depression.

I give Him this, and He gives me peace.

I feel Him lift me.

I am on His shoulder.

I watch as she comes to Him.

I watch as He holds her.

I watch as He changes her.

I see destruction no more.

I see chaos no more.

I sit as she falls back the way we came.

I know she is changed; she is now life.

I hear Him give me my instructions.

I take off after her.

I guide her home.

I look around.

I find her sister.

I start again.