There’s the ocean.
The calm.
The salvation.
The wave that is my negativity.
That carries me off.
And the arms that save me.
Lift me up.
Carry me.
While I fall.
Get swept away.
But the figure is light
Almost like wings
And/Where she resembles a falling angel
Being caught by the arms that make her an angel.
That gives her her wings.
But teaches her to be her own Strength
And That she must catch herself.
Freebird Speaks 