If I said someone clipped my wings, would believe me?
They've chained my wings, cramped me in a corner with plenty of other half dead bodies.
They scream at me how I'm useless, how I will never fly. They repeat every second that I'm worthless.
But everyday they drag me to a window where they tell me of all the things I could be, what I should be, the amazing things I have the power to do.
Every time they do this to me, I let the ideas fester in my brain.
It's the only thing that keeps me going sometimes.Sometimes, I even let the ideas fester to my heart.
But they get burnt to ashes the very next day.
Every other day, they maul me to a window ledge and demand me to fly.
"FLY!" is all they say to me as they shove me out the window.
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Afternoon Thoughts
ŞiirHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.