Maybe there is hope. Maybe people have to fall hard enough to be able to fly.

Maybe no one is ever fully healed, but no one is perfect, right? Maybe the goal isn’t to be fully healed, but to be fully whole. As long as we’re not broken, the cracks and scars can still be showing.

But how? How do I get back up? I need a handle. Can I do it alone? Hey, hawk, how did you get up there? Can you show me?

How can you fly so high, so free? Were you ever hurt? Were you ever broken?

Maybe… maybe things will get better.