I’m Practicing

I’m usually one of the lucky ones. I walk a tight rope above most adversity and when I fall it is so strange. Thankfully I can never land because there is no ground to fall on. Instead a sea of hands that belong to those of whom even if born without eyes could feel what wings I posses. Even those who are blind will show me what grandeur I hold and of what glory I am able of expressing. It is only when I close my eyes I doubt my will; I feel the sensation of my falling. My eyes must remain open and if I do fall I must never doubt that I many never land. That if I fall I can only fly.