A spark, a flare, all my world in despair.
I fell to the earth, a meteor, a comet of flame.
Burning to nothing, I fell in shame.
All was black for what seemed an eon…
Then I heard, once again, a beacon a call from beyond.
“My son, what has all your majesty become?
From atop the world you have fallen,
consumed by pride in your fame.
Your life has ended, it is gone
all because you would not release your song.”

The words like weights fell upon my heart.
Acceptance of the truth took its part,
upon the remains of my body.
The fire, once painful, reignited with a start.
This new fire burned intensely like the last,
instead of pain, peace filled my heart and I let go of the past.
The pride that led me to my fate fades away,
a fresh and unsoiled ego grows in its place.

My body stirs a new heart starts to pace.
Ashes are taken by a passing wind, leaving not a trace.
New plumage takes the spot of chard
as my wings snap into place,
muscle, sinew and tendon pop
as my body grows anew from a broken base.

A blur of color and light.
I see again,
as I did the moon of my first night.
The world appears changed,
bathed in a new light.
What before was dull and drab,
now is keen and bright.
I find my voice upon my heart
swelling with such strength,
A song I have never knew before breaks the air
and the ground begins to quake.

The weight once upon me has gone.
My soul soars again and takes flight.
I gently stroke my wings giving me rise.
A voice once more I hear below,
“My son, you are alive.
It is your song which makes you grow.
Sing it and arise.” 
I burst forth into the sky
higher and higher I climb,
past the clouds and into the light.