Even when your wings are broken,
Pierced through with darts and arrows,
And you nosedive, from thousands of feet
Land with a thud, on the cold earth
Bruised and bloodied, life ebbing out of you.
Especially when all you feel is despair,
And your body is screaming in agony,
When your muscles ache and revolt,
And standing seems an impossible feat.
Let your fall be a prologue to your glory;
Whilst there is life, limitless are the possibilities
Rise, like a phoenix from the ashes.
Against all odds
Fly. Just. Fly
Dedicated to Senor Joe (Adewoyin Joseph)