Soaring through the fluffy clouds 

Has never felt like a challenge before

So why now?

Why now are the storm clouds closing in?

Why can’t I find the hurricane's eye that I am so desperately seeking?

 

And just like that

I find myself tumbling through the air 

Wings broken

And wind of cold daggers piercing my eyes.

Tumbling towards a ground that I have never seen before

Full of snapping, snarling, beasts

That threaten to consume me

Once I get within range of their snapping jaws

Because why would a bird such as me

Ever have to touch the ground?

I am meant for gliding 

For slicing my wings through the evening air

Because now that my once pristine feather that I held in such high regard

Are being plucked mercilessly out by the unforgiving winds 

Strewn above me in a drifting halo

I realize now I have nothing

Not my feathers 

Not my wings

Not my freedom

Just me and my thoughts

 

Because who in their right mind would catch a bird 

Who falls too fast to catch?

Someday people will find the memorial of feathers scattered in a broken halo

And gawk at the beauty they hold

But they will never lay eyes on the one who carried them through the skies

Because they have fallen and hit the ground 

Waiting for death to claim them, 

I used to rule the sky 

Flying as close to the sun as dared by the clouds 

 

But who will mourn 

Who will mourn that of which 

They have never known?

That they will never know?

 

But no they will find my feathers, my legacy

And gawk

At the remains of the bird that once soared the fluffy clouds.