My scream has given me some measure of
strength. It has made me angry at the elements that are determined to hold me
captive here. The cold seeps into my bones and tries to drag me back to the
ground. I resist the impulse to fall back, to give in. No more. My anger at my
prison ignites the spark deep within my soul to fight back. My sorrow has had
its season. As I let my sorrow leave me, let my anguish become a memory, the
tattered and broken remains of my wings fall off. There is a renewal at hand,
and I gasp at the simplicity of the motion. Am amazed at the simple power that
letting go of my burden has given me. I lift my hands to the sky and scream in
triumph. No more. No longer. I will be renewed.
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