“spread your wings darling, fly as high as you can.” That was the monologue reminiscing nonstop inside my brain.
Before jumping into the unknown I kept reminding myself just to open my wings and be one with the air, she was the one leading my direction. I just needed to spread my wings.
The moment I jumped everything in my mind went blank, everything I knew wasn’t there anymore. I wasn’t able to fly, I was terrified and already on my way down, luckily it was a tall mountain so I had time, time to remember every single lesson I took on how to fly, I just needed to open my wings and trust. I tried to open them, but they were tight, someone put a chain on them, someone didn’t want me to fly.
I admit that in that moment I had accepted my fate, but if my destiny would’ve had been to crush into the ground it shouldn’t had been because fear itself didn’t let me spread my wings or because someone was rooting against me. My destiny wasn’t settled, so I pushed my wings with all the strength I had in me. I saw blood falling down with me, each moment closer to the ground.
I was able to break the chains, one of my wings had turned red and hurt, it didn’t matter because as I was soaring through the sky the wind took me and brought me far away from the mountain I was before.
The wind showed me the way to a new beginning and help me heal my wings and my trust.
© fabianaaranzaens