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.