She crawled until she could walk. She walked until she could run. She ran until every step sent pain shooting through her body and each breath came rougher than the last. When her feet could no longer move forward and her lungs couldn't support the intensity for another second, she grew wings. Then, she flew. She flew until the future became the present and the past became irrelevant. She flew until her wings lost momentum and her heart became too heavy to carry. When her wings became too exhausted to flap and gravity too strong to fight any longer, she fell. She fell until tears streamed up from her eyes and the only direction she knew was down. When she hit the ground, she crawled until she could walk.
© Dayona Gaither