A celestial being, bathed in moonlight, She felt like an outcast, a forgotten soul, But little did she know, she was destined to be whole.

Her feathers were few, but she had a heart of gold, A heart that was pure, and could never be sold, She gazed at the stars, wondering if she belonged, But deep inside, she knew she was strong.

She didn't know what to do, for old ways failed, And new ways weren't created, to keep her sails set. Tired of trying, she almost gave up hope, Lost in the darkness, struggling to cope, Old ways had failed, new ways weren't created, Her feathers were sparse, her wings weak and faded.

Her celestial beauty shone bright, A beacon of hope, in the darkest of night, For those who saw her, felt a sense of awe, And realized that sometimes, you have to fall.

Fall to rise, and shed your old skin, To become the best version of yourself, within, For like the celestial being, we are all meant to shine, To spread our wings, and leave our doubts behind.