Flying

I feel like I’m flying,
Living, soaring, I’m doing anything but dying.
Swooping down to have my head in the clouds,
Hearing the wind in my ears, so loud.


Then I remember where I really am,
I’m on the ice, swiftly skating and then stop with a BAM.
Pushing off the wall, I fly once more,
Nothing can get me off of this floor.


Destined to fly while on the ice,
Every minute I’m rolling dice.
Even if I ever fall, I know that something will catch me,
So I can again fly high and be a bird in a tree.


I will never surrender this feeling,
It is so amazingly healing.
I need to be this way,
So I can soar every day.