I always thought I would be scared when I lost the ground under my feet and the gravity couldn’t hold me down anymore.
But the need to get out is stronger than the fear of flying.
A rush of excitement fills my veins and I am free—untied, unchained and unbroken.
The flames lick my heart, keep it warm as I’m steered away from this cold black place.
I’m not afraid to aim higher.
Inspired by this week’s FSF prompt.