for the first time,

i felt at ease.

i never knew the comfort

of my tears being dried for me.

but now i do,

for the wind is doing so.

while gravity pulls me down

in that gentle embrace

lifting the cumbersome weight of living.

and for the first time,

living didnt feel like dying,

for it now felt like flying.

as the air penetrated my lungs,

i can’t help but to feel alive

for the first time in my life.

falling felt like flying.

flying felt like living.

living felt like breathing

for the first time in my life.

and whilst i’m patient for the moment

in which i will hit land,

i know that at last

my repose awaits me.

though its ironic

knowing what awaits me in my landing.

but for the first time

i felt not pain,

but peace.