About "The Way Home"

Here is one of those poems written in darkness.

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I still remember that night.

I could see the world passing before me, and I wanted to stay away from it all.
If I tried to reach out my hand into that realm, it would disappear. That was how it felt.
It was not the rain that captured me, but the wind.

It was sweeping me away so heavily, I wondered if I would simply fly away.
The thought summoned those words that I had heard long before.

I believed them.

I believed that my wings were strong enough to cross the ocean with.

And so, I found my way home.