I closed my wings too long

I closed my wings too long.
Now I don't remember how to fly.
I am not a rebel. Freedom of spirit isn't really concept anyone truly understands. I know how to run and I know how to soar. But I closed my wings to rest for a while. You insisted I stay a bit longer and here I am. My wings are closed...

I flew high.
I was up in the clouds, happy without burden.
My wings let me soar, I have no fears. I have been up here for such a long time and I like it here but they keep begging me to come down for a little while. I have been thinking about resting for a while but I love it up here, where I am in-charge.

"One day... I shall close my wings and rest for a little while," I always thought.

I flew low.
The clouds began to disappear.
They can all see me coming down, it makes them happy. I am closing my wings slowly, I am almost at the bottom. I am here. You take my hand as I touch the ground. "Welcome home," you said as you kissed my cheeks.

...I can't open my wings.
I have forgotten how.
I feel lost and distant. This ground has me trapped. I need the clouds, I need to soar again. Release me from this wingless form.

I closed my wings far too long.
I cannot rest anymore.
I need to fly far away, where I am alone up in the sky.