I remember the first time I wandered out on that branch.
I stood gazing down at the rushing water below.
And when the branch broke and my wings failed me I thought I saw the rest of my life.
A life full of falling and crashing and burning and breaking.
But its not.
Sure there is a lot of falling.
A lot of uncertainty on these ledges.
But someday my wings will work.
Someday I’ll fly.