She was made of glitters
But glitters that no more shine
She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light
No light to escape enough to reflect and shine.
Her spine were made for wings but the wings that no more remember how to fly
For they have been closed and shackled for long
Long enough that they are numb no matter how much she tried
She had an itch inside her heart
An itch to feel her feathers, to feel the wind touching against her cheeks
An itch to swim in the clouds, to smoke the cold mist.
She is longing to take flight and escape the walls that surround her
But alas! her feet are bound by chains of the anchor that is lying inside the deep bed of a tempestuous ocean that no one dares to dive in and pull back.
For she is tired she drops down on her knees,
A sob escapes her throat, a tear drop is set free.