Life

I glide on golden wings

Before falling in the mire

The sun on my back is warm

The breeze a ticklish tease

Before life shoots me from the sky.

I fall and struggle to rise

Fall back in defeat, the sky is gone.

My head aflame, there is no air

My body slack as if not there.

I drag myself from quicksand

Wander blindly, lungs catching air

Until my spirit is at last at ease,

I smile, light as feathers in the wind,

And I glide on golden wings again.