Don't let me disappear

Things are changing, and I feel like everyone’s found their place, but I’m wandering in-between. In between places that feel more or less like home. In between moments that are good and moments that are bad. I fly the highest highs, giving me a way down that may get dark, but I won’t hit the ground before finding my wings again. But I never really learn to fly. Things knock me down, or out of my course. Disorientated, I go in circles, or get stuck in one place. 
If I knew growing up was this hard, I may have waited a little longer to start the process…