My Wings.

I think I lost my wings.

And what is a bird without wings,

A fairy without magic?

I have missed seeing the world from above,

Be the one that the rain touches first.

From a storm to mere stillness,

Have I become.

Is this how it feels like?

To be reminded how decrepit I am?

Powerless, disposable?

To not love the way I did,

Be loved the way they did?

Well, I wish I didn't love,

And I wish I wasn't loved,

Because then I wouldn't have lost my wings,

As you never lose what you never had.

Hence the silence, the shut-in.

Drugs that never seem to heal,

Never seem to find my lost wings.

And the hero that told me it would be fine,

Be the best you can be,

You are stronger than you think,

Is now buried somewhere,

Muted by the villain that reminds me,

Of my lost wings, a broken record,

That keeps playing, over, and over, and over.

And so I am left alone.

Oh how I wish to find my wings again.