flying

I am not on a cliff. Or
Drowning in a lake or
A river or even an
Ocean.
I am not falling. Or
Dying or losing myself
In a Forrest of fears and
Dead hopes.
I am not being crushed by
The weight of the problems
I carry.
No....
I am floating.
Flying through the air,
Just waiting until I
Fall.
When I fall and crash and
Die.
When I can't keep on flying
And feeling as if everything
Were alright.
When my makeshift wings fall apart.
And I, along with them.