I was a better human,
I floated on silver wings and saluted the sun.
Never worried who called or texted first,
Reached out to those who have forgotten me.
My sorrow turned to joy, in a heart consumed by fire,
And the fire lit and enlightened my soul.
When I loved, the universe made sense,
I knew my own spirit, and yours,
I was one with humanity, its joy and pain.
On the morning I stopped believing,
My wings burned to ashes, my heart stopped expanding,
settled back in my mortal chest.
My pain constricted
to the size of a single human,
but so did my once boundless joy.
Now I go to sleep with the small sorrows of living,
And rise to diminished potential,
once a carrier of light, now a fallen angel.
And I still question, the half-remembered dream,
where I danced with the spirits, and almost touched the divine
When I was fully alive.