I wonder why I believed in others when they said I cannot do it. When all I needed to know that I can. My arms were my strength I never realized. I was standing on the cliff to kill the good me and run away. I was ignoring the happiness standing in front of me. The winds in the mountains told me something else. They touched my head, my hair and my ears to tell me that I was wrong. They told me to keep faith and go on. They promised me to show their best side and bring me back to life. And as they say nature doesn't lie. The curse was broken. I was able to see myself in the mirror as I always was. I was a sparkling star with a never seen glitter. I was a sea in the vast dessert. I could see, I could see me. I wanted to fly. With spreading my wings and taking a leap high up in the sky. I knew I was going to fall, but I knew someone out there would take care of me. I could feel my arms getting stronger. I could feel the mountains touching my feet and pushing me to go higher. The only time i would look back was to tell someone that I am going to be just fine. I would touch the sky and return. I believe I can...
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