Torn Day 4

Today I am suspended.

1004 scattered pieces.

It’s raining.

It’s strange to watch the world mourn with me.

I wonder if there will be a flood,

A combination of rain and tears washing away,

Everything.

You think we can make this work.

But

I

Don’t

Want

To.

I’m finally taking off - wings spreading.

I don’t want to land again just for you to convince me I’m scared of heights.

And don’t get me wrong,

I don’t blame you,

You never meant to pluck my feathers.

But now that I’m up here I can see just how small we were.