Paralysed, I am on my knees
And the ashes rain down on me,
But I will rise.
My head is held high;
Digging my way out of the dirt,
I will fly.
My angelwings lost some feathers;
bruised and a little broken,
But I am not afraid.
Time has taught me lessons;
they are etched in my mind,
unable to forget.
To be free I need to rise,
remembering to flap my wings,
I soar and begin to fly…
reflections of an unquiet mind 