Learning to Fly

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.