Samantha Rochard

My creative process.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Spirit Flight

I stepped off th edge and soared for a while,

But I hadn't learnt how to fly, and my wings did not beat strongly enough to keep me airbourne.
So between flights I rested, feet on the ground. I waited while my wings grew strong.
Then I'd soar again, each time growing stronger, flying longer. I'd leave a glittering trail of passion and excitement in my flight.
Each time I grew stronger. Each time I worked my wings a little better. Each flight was a lesson for the next time.
Each time better till I eventually learn to keep myself up with my wings, and the clouds will be my home.

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