I am a soul.
I am a soul that is meant to fly.
I am a soul that was not born with wings;
yet, meant to fly.

I became a soul that built wings around herself;
I am still building.
Building my wings,
was the only way to fly.

I began to fly.
Sometimes high, Sometimes low;
sometimes with mates, sometimes alone;
sometimes towards the light, sometimes towards the dark.

Sometimes while flying low, alone in the dark;
I longed for the safety of the ground
I yearned for the comfort of resting on the feet
I yearned for the certainty of the day.

But I continued flying.
Flying low taught me how to soar high.
Being in the dark enlightened me.
I had to keep flying.

Flying became my comfort
Flying is who I was
Flying is the life I sought
Yes, some souls are meant to fly.