Outgrown Wings
written by: Cressi
Some days,
I feel like I’ve stayed longer
than I was meant to.
Like the world kept spinning
and I’m still standing
where everything once mattered more.
It’s not sadness.
It’s just a knowing—
like how leaves fall
even if no one watches them.
My body doesn’t always listen.
Some mornings,
I look at the ceiling
and wonder how I’m still here.
But I am.
And that means something.
I don’t want to be saved.
I don’t want to be held up
like a story.
I just want to breathe
without feeling like it’s borrowed.
The people I loved—
I still do.
Even when they walked away.
Even when they didn’t see
how much I gave without asking.
I used to think
I had to hold on.
Now I know
letting go doesn’t mean I gave up.
I’ve outgrown wings
I once begged for.
They carried me when I needed them,
but now?
Now I think I can fall
without fear.
I haven’t outgrown these wings yet—
not fully.
So maybe, just maybe,
they’ll still carry me a little further.
- Outgrown Wings - July 16, 2025
