From Ashes to Altitude

By Gazala Ahmed

Maybe that is how she got her wings,  

In the echoes of a forgotten place,  

Where dreams and fears intertwined,  

She stumbled through the night,  

Only to emerge into a dawn of possibility.  

Maybe that is how she got her wings,  

By embracing the weight of her past,  

Every loss a lesson, every grief a guide,  

In the labyrinth of her own making,  

She found the path that led to her own heart.

Maybe that is how she got her wings

,In the embrace of her own vulnerability,

Finding strength in the cracks of her spirit,

With every tear that fell, she nourished the soil,

And from her heart's garden, hope began to bloom.

Maybe that is how she got her wings,  

Through the kindness of strangers,  

In whispered words and gentle smiles,  

She pieced together a fragile belief,  

That she, too, was worthy of flight.  

Maybe that is how she got her wings,  

By daring to look within the mirror,  

Facing the reflection of her doubts,  

With each truth uncovered,  

She shed the layers of what held her down.  

Maybe that is how she got her wings,  

In the moments of quiet surrender,  

When the world pressed heavy upon her,  

She learned the art of letting go,  

And in that release, she discovered the sky.  

Maybe that is how she got her wings,  

Through the stories etched in her soul,  

Each chapter a testament to resilience,  

She rose not just from ashes,  

But from the understanding that her journey was her flight.

By Gazala Ahmed