Dark days had filled my life
once upon a time,
and since the night,
where I lit the flame
and released all dreams
screaming inside my heart
to live and breathe,
those dark days
are finally
no more.
Now, light has spilled out
into my life,
and sometimes,
I waver between standing alone
and stepping into the unknown.
There were times
when I had almost
turned the flame into smoke
and watched my dreams hover over nothing,
but then there were those
that took my hands,
showered me with kind words,
and gave me the strength
to embrace the fire
burning so bright
in me these last few years.
My dreams have formed concrete,
and I can see the stage
off in the distance.
I am almost there,
and if I turn back now,
the light will fade.
The curtain will fall,
and I'll be nothing
but a faint whisper
drifting over to you.
And now more have come
with dreams of their own
and hearts bigger than mine
and lent their strength,
their love,
and their hope
of showing the world
what a beautiful soul can dream
to me,
lifting my own wings off this ground.
And I can see the heavens above me,
a sight denied for a very long time,
and as I hope to rise
higher and higher,
I will never forget those
that have taken my hand
and showed me
the way
out of the darkness
and into light.

Wings Above Me (Thank you, everyone here, at triggerstreet, and Harekrushna Mahanta)

By, Melissa R. Mendelson