She was made of glitters. But glitters that no more shine.
But glitters that no more shine.
She has been trapped in so much darkness…
that there is no light;
No light to escape…
No light to escape enough to reflect and shine.
Her spine was made for wings.
But the wings 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 damp cold mist.
She is longing to take flight,
And escape the walls that surround her.
But alas! her feet are bound
By chains of an anchor,
The anchor that lies inside
the deep bed of a tempestuous ocean.
And no one dares to dive in and pull it back.
She has given up, for she is tired
She drops down to her knees,
to pray to her fate instead.
A sob escapes her throat,
Another teardrop is set free.
♡ X O X O ♡
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