You Are My Wings.

no, I cannot Fly, but I can Float

(now)

and not fall.

I am held just above insanity

by you.

You – my wings of lead that hold me

above the domain that my old wings of stone

once held me hostage in.

with you as my wings,

I can not fly high

like I could with the wings given

to me by those little white pills,

but with you as my wings,

I Can Soar.

- above who I was,

beneath who I want to be but

-always-

advancing towards a more permanent place

In Your Arms Where I Belong.