Easily Crushed

It's true; I believed I could fly. I believed my fingers could touch the cool, crystalline corners of heaven. I believed with all my foolish heart, that I could be lifted by the wind beneath my wings. 

There was not a single moment, where I thought my bones would break and my wings would fail me.
These were the dreams I lived by.

Until, my heart was nothing and my wings were snapped. Dreams of a foolish girl are nothing but dreams. And dreams are easily crushed.

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

Beautiful, really good poem. Lost innocence. Naivety that hurts like hell when exposed.

[CrimsonHints]

Glad you liked it. Trying to get better with free-verse poetry.