Unrevealed, Unravelled, Unclaimed

Wings

Once I wished for wings
Wings I could use to fly
Wings with which to soar
But never have I tried
I sit in my solitude
With chances not taken
Closing off the best of me
My wings broken and forsaken
The dust has collected
On my empty heart
Nothing more can I give
This is not my role, not my part
Beautiful gossamer shimmers
Catching in the light
Never will they know
The simple joy of flight
I will always linger
On the outside looking in
I am not so sure I even know
Where it is to begin