Taking Off

I feel it dying all around me
A detachment from who I used to be
I've withstood the battering, taken the bruises
Survived the destruction of who I thought I should be

Now the wind blows gently
Till it finds a hold upon my broken flesh
And lifts away that old skin
To reveal a new person within

I flex my hands and feel the blood rush
An excitement grows at the new possibilities
I want run and run, push myself to the limit
Go further than I was ever able to before

Now the wind is harsh upon my face
I head into the future more capable than ever
Unwilling to bow or break again
As I take off like a rocket, I wonder what is my fuel?