Forgive me for not stretching out my wings yet,
It's been left broken and untreated for a long while.
I've roamed around barefooted,
Hoping I could get ways at growing it back
But what I've only heard were words about seeds and flowers— such things are pretty common; I could easily make one and let it sprout.
There were days where I would starve myself,
Not of common foods but of emotions I couldn't speak out.
Forgive me if this may take a while to grow.
Hope you'll never stitch me temporary wings—
And ask me to drop you to where you springs.
For I'd rather be left untreated and broken,
Than be abandoned in a place where I would start all over again.
[B.M]
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