She taught me how to earn the feathers on my wings.
She showed me how to fly without clinging to anything.
The wind seems friendly to me, helps me fly without protesting.
She warned me to be cautious about the wind being pretentious.
Wind looks at me suspiciously.
My ears are pierced by a frigid wind that whispers,
“Fly towards the scorching ball of light.”
Betting on what I could see,
I spread my wings and flew with all my might.
Her anxious eyes were visible in my sight.
"I'll go see what's above the skies!" I exclaimed, smiling.
With monotonous phrases, the wind giggled.
Blew a high-pitched whistling sound out of his mouth,
A big swirl of strong wind is forming in the middle of the clouds.
To realize what it was,
my feathers were scattered and my wings got tattered.
Afraid to fall and lose balance from my flight, a pair of wide, strong wings reached me without any doubt.
It wasn't made of feathers, neither from birds.
It has scales with sharp teeth all over its mouth.
A giant red dragon,
who taught me everything and took me as her own.
Looking down at me, disappointed and baffled,
“What I've warned you is to be wary of the wind.
You don't now have the wings and feathers, to begin with.”
"It was your fault that you took away your freedom."
Regrets never leave me, as well as guilt.
Looking at the mirror with distasteful sorrow,
I'm starting to realize that I don't have the things I used to have on my own.
"Why didn't I listen? What did I do?" questions in agony.
