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.