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.