Hopeful

I am a wingless bat 
flopping around in an effort to explore.
To rise up like a morning sun,
feel its blaze and take it into my arms.
Eagerly I can fly well regaining my wings.
Wipe my bloody stains 
that roll off my cheeks. 
Afterglow hits my body hard,
hard enough to make me hear my own heart pound.
Everything that blew away starts to assemble
like pieces of a broken glass 
It reverses to be alone.