Pained, alone I stand
Upon Dewsland’s ancient cliffs.
Aching gloom surrounds.
The ocean, unconsoling,
Calls, “Outstretch your wings and soar.”
Wrecking waves, unbound.
Their flailing, fractured, fragrance
My iced soul imbue.
Wild wind’s snarling symphony
Howls, “Outstretch your wings and soar.”
A moment’s stillness,
Poised, unrehearsed, I leap
Into the abyss.
As I descend a voice I
Hear, “Outstretch your wings and soar.”
Dawn’s healing softness
My broken self embraces.
Love, unspoken, wakes.
Once more, I rise, hope’s bells
Peal, “Outstretch your wings and soar.”