Those wings were mine.
Before they were so brutally ripped from me.
My escape, my freedom
Did you take them because you were afraid?
Afraid that I would fly for good after I had tasted the intoxicating taste of freedom?
I'm grounded, I should be feeling the twilight air swirl around me as I soar.
Instead, my knees are still as they grace the pale marble.
You broke me.
With my wings you took my spirit.
I now have a soul that refuses to leave it's cold cage.
