Tuesday 10 February 2015

Wings

They tried to clip my wings as a child so that I could only ever fly so far.
I went a great many years not knowing that I could fly farther than even I knew.
Then I met you and you patched up my wings so I could see more of the world.
I loved it! It was all I could ever dream of.
But then one day you got that look in your eyes that scared me, an angry rage.
From your back you drew a pair of huge scissors. You broke my wings again.
Now I spend my days remembering all the things I saw and felt when I had wings.
The only difference is, I don't want to fly anymore.
I know what it's like to be grounded.

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