I used to fly.
I felt freedom above the puffy clouds in the sky.
Now I sharply spiral down wards.
Plummeting to the rocks sticking up in shards.
Air hits my face like a whip.
The cold starts to seep through me and nip.
The rocks become closer, until I can make out every groove in their surface.
Hitting the water felt like being smacked by a mace.
But the stop clamed me.
I opened my eyes to see.
My face moved through the face of the water.
I breathed in as much air as I could consume.
I looked out of this place at the cliffs below.
They stared back at me, until I let go.
Let go of fear.
I felt that peace in my life is near.