Flying - Prose for thought
Last night my dreams were dark
With disappointment and rejection at every turn
I fell asleep unsure of myself
But woke feeling alive
The doubts that plagued me, gone
Endorphins flowing freely through my veins
Answers have been found to questions unasked
I’m scared by how good I feel.
How far I could fall.
As right now I’m simply flying, and I love it.