THE RISE !

I was about to fly, from the edge of a mountain ,
With my wings of dreams spread
Confidence  filled in my mind
But then I slipped off the edge
My wings soon detached from me
Frightened and bewildered, I was falling
Realised, it was no less a skyfall !
Wind was so sharp that I closed my eyes
In fear of the end and the pain
But a heavenly power held me in his arms
And I landed safely over the mound,
Mound of dead remains of hopes and dreams
I noticed my wings also lay there
Standing over the mound looking at the mountain
I wished to yell but stood numb
It was cold and dark, and I need to get away
With all my courage and strength
I have to rise, rise above all !