Ever since I was a little girl,
I’ve always wished for wings
to fly above the painful world
where the beautiful angels sing
I deeply wished to escape reality
and soar in the endless skies
where love is infinite and unconditional
relinquished from all the lies
To forget the suffering of the innocent
the tears of the broken wiped away
rising above this painful life
I’d gently float away
My wings would always guide me
the light to find my way
no plan, no limit, no directions,
never being led astray
My wings lie in my future
my journey has just begun
no restrictions, and no protection
But until I fly, I’ll run.
I realized today that I never really explained the title of my web page. “Learning to Fly,” what the heck does that mean?
When I was a little girl, I always wished I had wings. Every painful thing that happened, I remember looking out my window and thinking that if only I could fly away, if only I could escape, everything would be ok.
Later on in life I started relating a lot to the Beatles lyrics, “Take these broken wings and learn to fly.” The meaning has shifted a lot, but still I think it’s the same idea. Instead of physically flying, the meaning for me is that despite the struggles that I am strong enough to keep going. To keep fighting. To move on to the next obstacle. Learning to fly means winning, and losing with grace, and keeping my head held high. Flying means knowing what I want and working hard to get there. Flying means not letting the bad things in life keep me from enjoying the good. Flying means moving on from the past and looking forward from the future. Flying means breaking free emotionally.
Flying means never giving up.
