Falling Skyward

What else is left for me to do But to look towards the sky As ground below me tears in two Right as I learn to fly, Not on wings or magic cloths Concerned in fairy tales But in things that rose aloft Adjourned in times I failed, Releasing me of any guilt I may have felt before Which cease to be as I'm rebuilt With just a little more, Courage and the solitude To hold my head so high That even starlight can't elude The shadow in my eyes, And as I'm falling skyward I glance at the world beneath Forgiving all that I could Every moment that I breathe.... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com