Clouds

Forced to step off the cloud that's been carrying me throughout the years, onto a shiny slick surface, smooth and terrifying... Something new, a change, a threat... Why must I walk here now? Why, risk a break? I never used to look around before, I new every step I took would lead me from cloud to cloud, the hands of heaven beneath my feet.

When did I look down, when did I fall? Been hanging on and slipping off the edge, trying to climb, fighting to re-establish my place in the sky. I didn't know when I chose to walk among the angels that falling would be so easy. That I could fall and shatter beyond my will. I didn't realize that there was such a fine line between pain and paradise. Still something invisible to me keeps me there in constant struggle, believing fiercely that I belong in the sky. Thin ice, a sheet of ice with with jagged edges... I don't want to slip, I don't want to die. I'll reach up as long as there's hope, as long as I'm living... I'll reach up and my angel will catch me. I'll return to bliss again, where the warmth welcomely embraces me, where fear and doubt cannot reach me. Where I am strong and invincible. I'll be home with my angel, and nothing could ever hurt me again.