I used to soar like an eagle -- to climb in my mind's cockpit and take wing, soaring through the windswept skies, my soul twined with my heart's companion. She soared with me, but like Icarus flying too close to the sun, she lost her wings and fell, becoming one with the earth. Dropping with her, I could not leave her, I dared not leave her. Finally, I let her soul rest and never lifted my wings again. Now I sit earth-bound and no longer trust these useless feathers, my wings. My soul seems dead without her and I don't know if I can ever fly again. I know I cannot fly alone and stare painfully cloudward.
LET THE SKIES FALL IN ON ME, let the storms surge and tear the earth. I want that turmoil, to add my scrams of pain to those keening gales --- they serve to remind me that at least I am still alive, shackled to this earth though I am. How can I turn from her? How can I say goodbye?
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