Gravity

There are absolutes in this world
Broken Promises. Tears. Gravity.
These things are inescapable.

This world is cruel,
Harsh,
And most often, it is unforgiving.

But just as there is pain,
Just as there is gravity,
There are also intangible things,
Rare and beautiful.

Hope. Love.
Feathers caught on a breeze.

This world is cruel,
Harsh,
And most often, it is unforgiving.

So when these things,
These delicate, untouchable things
Appear,
There is light.

And they shine through the darkness.
And that is when true promises are made,
And kept.
That is when laughter rings though the night.
That is when we fly.

This world is cruel,
Harsh,
And most often, it is unforgiving.

Flight was never the cure for gravity.
Everybody falls.

Flight was the balance.
Flight was the joy,
That made the fall worth it.
That made the fall bearable.
That makes us all,
Each and every one,
Pick ourselves up,
Heal our broken bones,
And go in search of our wings
Once more.

This world is cruel,
Harsh,
But sometimes, it is forgiving.

Sometimes it is beautiful.

Sometimes it is kind.

Sometimes we fly.