My wings glisten in the sun
with every painful downstroke
that only keeps me still; suspended 
silently between the currents.

The ground below me beckons.
To escape my air built cage
would be to fling my hollow
bones against unforgiving rock.

The fall would be so gleeful,
with adrenaline searing in my
soul. But with every limb I
shatter, another heart breaks too.

Caught between cloud and
earth, my wings begin to 
ache. Every movement is
desperate, and I falter.

There is only death below me.
With wind in my ears it's
hard to hear it's songs,
but I know the words by heart.

To fall is death.
To fly is death.
Perhaps I should have
never parted from Earth.

My heartbeat is my death drum.
Keeping me in touch with every
thump that vibrates through me,
death gets only a little closer.

Caught between child and woman,
trapped between life and death.
The fog rolls up and embraces me
with its chilly faint touch.

The choice belongs to me;
but that's deception.
My wings have never been
even a little bit mine.