To The Past Flare

She was born into the stubbornness of the earth but was destined to fly.

Inside, she raged with the storms of her inner sea and blazed into fiery passions. This meant she was bound to be burned often. And burn she did.

She mulled in the ashes of her failure or rejection. It was not easy to wish to fly amongst the ones born of earth. They do not understand the sky. It's too unrestricted. Too vast and unexplored.

No.

Her feet must remain on solid soil. And so, she tucked away her wings and stood there. But sometimes, she still dreamed. Fluttering them when no one watched.

Everyone wanted those wings. It was different and special. Somehow this act of being needed temporarily filled that void to fly. Not that they wanted her to.

We met one day and what occurred was almost strange and magical. For they thrived on the joys of what wasn't there. But she was taught to stand on soil and I lived my life with the currents. We were both a mess of our elements. Our fires clashed and burned fiercely. Out of the ashes would come rebirth however one can only take too much of the sickening metamorphosis of it all. It would be a cycle that would eventually break her wings and break my spirit.

She lingered on but almost vaguely into existence. Nothing really wanted her. The waters drowned her, the earth gave way under, the fires would always sear through. The air? As I've said, they have all told her it is ridiculous to fly despite her wings. All sorts of fears would creep into her.

Some would still gaze in awe upon her wings. She would be happy for a brief period. Oh how desperate she was. But they would leave her to fall into more bitterness. No one understood. No one.

Sometimes she could faintly grasp it. The blue of the sky, the soft clouds beckoning and the sun... The sun was just so bright and full of promise. It terrified her.

Time has passed and her broken wings had healed slowly but were still shaky. A chance encounter and there he was again. She was afraid of him. For what he represented and how much he had meant. But here he was and he had only wanted to give her one message. Some way to make up for breaking those wings somehow. A very short message to just help her get started.

"Flap."

She looked at him almost bewildered. Did he think her stupid? Did he...and yet.. it was so obvious but she just never thought of it. She does as he says. And again. And again..

Soon her feet almost leave the ground. She looks at him terrified and yet exhilarated. Another message from him, his last.

"Now, soar."

She understood. It was between them. She raised up from the soil, the very soil that was meant to grab hold of her forever. The sea in her calm, she blazed upward higher with fiery passion and embraced the sky at last.