The crash

The Crash

Shifting through turbulence,
A free and easy glide begins to sputter as my wings tipped of balance trying to compensate for the down draft.

This wasn’t supposed to happen…. I can’t seem to pull my nose up…. That’s it...
I’m going down head first… I’m going to crash… I’m going to die…someone save me…

Heightened sensitivity as the awareness of the process sets in.
The crash is complete as I coast into the familiar restraints of an uneasy mind

Curled up into a little ball on the couch I’ve tucked my toes in deep underneath the cushions. The rest of me leans sideways on the armrest with my head tilted so I can focus on the TV.
White noise of distraction flows from the screen connecting to my psyche creating a state of semi-conscious hypnosis
Held by the glare, I’ve reached the stagnated stare of withdrawal.
Time ticks on in short intervals between wake and sleep.
The shadowy evening becomes a blessing

The grace of night begins; glimmering threw the skylight above me. The same stars are always there. Like little pin holes in the darkened sky letting a little bit of light shine threw.
I’ve captured a reprieve.
Flickers of light held by the dark of the night in my skylight.
My companions, staying with me during my hours of self-imposed isolation.
They showed me the way through their luminous glow … a new pathway into flight.