I Have Landed

~ a poem

I Have Landed

I have become more human, less angel.
Sometimes I almost forget I ever had wings.

I have landed in this life.
I have landed in this life.
I repeat it softly to myself
as if repetition could root me deeper into the earth,
as if saying it enough times
might turn doubt into belonging.

There is nothing wrong with this landing.
Nothing to fix.
Nothing to apologize for.

I chose this life.
The moment I leapt from that cloud,
the moment I left something behind I once called home—
I chose this life.

And still I am learning
how to stop looking upward
as if I might return.

For more than forty years
I thought against this principle,
this forgetting.
I held onto wings no one could see but me,
as if memory alone could keep me airborne.

But I am here now.
Fully here.

Perhaps it is time
to live as what I am becoming.

A human being.
A mortal one.
A life that breathes and breaks and continues anyway.

And strangely, this is not loss.
It is arrival.

Because I am beginning to feel it—
not as fear, but as truth—
that this body will not go on forever.

And in that knowing,
something opens.

As if life only begins
when we stop trying to leave it.

As if I have finally arrived
at the place I was always meant to be.

© Be Budding

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If you’ve been enjoying these pieces, this is a gentle invitation to step a little closer.

Somewhere to pause for a while. To read. To write.

To connect. Step inside.