Fallen, I have fallen.
The once great Maximum Ride has fallen.
I was once told that I was beautiful, now I see.
It was a lie. I am a fallen angel.
No longer a creature of power.
Just a mistake. Something that not even hell would want.
This knowledge does not cause me pain.
I have fulfilled my purpose, and now I have fallen.
And the fallen, have no place among angels.
I have fallen, I feel no resentment. In fact I feel nothing.
I was a stain, but I was loved.
But I am not sad because it is over, I am grateful that I was allowed to have it.
I know that I have no heaven to look to. No light to follow.
I am okay with that, I think.
But even if I wasn't I don't have a choice.
Because I have fallen. A fallen angel.
I have a family somewhere, and someone that loved me. But now I have to leave that.
I was given a purpose. And now that I have fulfilled my purpose, I must leave.
I don't get to stay on the earth I saved. And I don't get to be Maximum Ride anymore.
I have made a place for the worthy to live. And I am okay that I must leave now. I think.
I know that I will be missed, even if I shouldn't be.
I was loved, and I am grateful.
But now I must be erased, that is why I was made, to save and then disappear.
I will not mourn. I have had more than most.
I was in love.
I hated, and was hated.
I was a mother, and a sister.
I was a friend.
I was an enemy..
And I was a leader.
This last mention is the one I cherish the most.
It meant that I was needed. It is good to be needed.
But at sometime, the chicks need to fly the nest.
That time has come and passed. For me, I am still loved. Just no longer needed.
That's okay, I think.
Either way I don't have a choice.
I have lived a life, which was wonderful, and horrible.
So many contradictions. It's not supposed to be that way, but it is. And so much more.
A baby, and a mother. A sister and a brother. A son and a father.
So many, so much to love. Yet so much pain. How?
How can something so beautiful be so painful?
I don't know. And that's okay. I think
I don't mind not knowing. I rest in the peace that I wasn't meant to know.
I am not worthy.
I am not beautiful.
I am not needed.
But I was at one time. And that I am thankful for.
So I rest in peace as I leave behind, this world…
And that is okay, I think.
