drabbles

alate

I wish I had wings.

So I could fly away from here.

Away from my school.

Away from my church.

Away from my friends.

Away from my family.

Away from home.

Far, far away.

I want to have wings.

So I could escape them.

Their stares.

Their whispers.

Their expectations.

Their disappointment.

Their eyes.

I need to have wings.

So I can be free.

Free from the coldness of my solitude.

Free from the emptiness of my self.

Free from the guilt of my mistakes.

Free from the voices in my head.

Free from everything.

I have wings!

I can be free!

I can escape this place!

I can fly high, high in the sky!

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid of the forceful wind.

I'm not afraid of the cement below.

I'm not afraid of the pain waiting for me.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

A sense of calm engulfs me.

I do not have wings and I will never have them.

I close my eyes as I step into the air.

But I can still fly away.