The Gravity of Wings - V. The Climb

I kept falling,

but I knew

I had to try.

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I thrashed for something,

anything—

only air.

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But then,

warmth brushed

my fingertips—

brief, sudden.

Real.

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And the fog

began to lift.

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I saw it:

dirt,

a wall to climb.

A mountain.

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So I flipped,

reached—

bloodied,

scraped—

but I touched it.

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I carved my name

into the soil,

each letter

a foothold.

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A flame cracked

from my ribs,

trying to build wings

from my scars.

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It burned.

But I knew

I had to do it.

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