My body does not belong to me anymore, surrendered long ago to pain. I wonder how to feel that life is a gift meant to be loved, do they know I cannot see beyond the very next moment? and I am waiting in the dark with severed wings, nowhere to hide. the vultures circle where I lay - I claw my way to standing, but I can’t feel where my feet touch the ground. I tried and tried long ago to reach the clouds, to be what they told me I should be - heavy with grief and shame, don’t you think I’ve tried to let it go? no one ever tells the tale of one who fails, only the strength and perseverance of my kind. maybe I was never meant to be here at all. who would dare choose me – a broken thing. return me to the time before I lost it all, back when I could fly – steadfast and fearless, I thought the horizon would go on forever. even when I couldn’t reach the place the others did, I didn’t have this pain – I was happy then. and now I am simply waiting for the fall, they’ll find me there alone, maybe then, my spirit will find its way to the clouds again.
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