Poetry and Story Collection | Eleutheromania

Fly

I could no longer meet his eyes for fear of what he might see.

I fell in love with the boy who gave me hope. But as the last minutes wind down, I could not bare to look at him.

I was breaking his heart but what was coming was beyond betrayal.

I promised. I gave him a damn promise and I couldn't bare to see the hope in his eyes.

I would fail him but I would free him.

I remember. I remember as a child the pure bliss of innocence as my father tossed me into the air, caught in between nothing.

Do you want to fly again? he asks.

but what is it now?

I am the chain that binds us together, I am his only reason, if the situation was different I would've cried in joy but no..

I was my creator and now I must complete the circle

Are you scared? My father asks.

I shake my head.

The single bullet would break the sum of everything that bound us together, I could set us free.

The bullet, a sword, a betrayal, a savior

Yes Dad I want to fly again.