My eyes open to a world unknown to me.
Breath catching, I look to the sky,
only to realize that earth is where I am.
A knife tears through my heart
As the pain tells me my wings are gone.
Torn from my body
with a force that left me aching.
I plead to the skies, begging,
only to hear naught but the wind
as it answers in its sorrowful wail.
Almost as if it cries for me,
the fallen one.
The sky opens up with thunder
and torrents fall.
Just as I did,
in a cruel mimicry of my descent.
I sit, hunched, soaked,
unable to tell which are mine
that trail down my skin
and which is of the sky.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017