my wings have failed to keep me afloat

my feathery pinion that i once took so much pride in

has hurt me the most.

downwards i look,

at the mottled bodies

of those who have drowned

but you can't keep me from saving myself

because it's only the thought that counts

i don't want to die

and my wings flap with great power

as they lift me up

from dreams and nightmares-

my mental prison.

i am free

and what i thought could not-

my new thoughts helped me.