Wingless

As a child,

I used to pretend to have wings

 And then reach for the sky. 

I'd fly until the horizon comes to a blur.

I would feel the wind beneath me, 

Taking me to places I had never been to before. 

I had felt what it was like to really be free.

But the world was cruel. 

My wings were cut before it can even grow. 

They said, 

"Silly girl. This is the real world. We know what's best for you."

They say I'd only get hurt.

And so I let them take it away.

I learned to keep my feet off the ground, 

Never going further, 

Limiting my dreams to what they say is possible.

But I constantly catch myself touching the scars 

Where my wings had been.

Sometimes, I get fleeting memories of my days in the wind, 

Until it fades away.

They were right, I had not been hurt,

I was safe and sound -

 

And I had been nothing. 

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

This is heartbreaking.
Though its such a story, I feel like I went on the journey with you, Picturing it in my head.
Its not good too feel tied down by anyone, everyone should feel they are free, and can accomplish anything they set there mind to.
Sad it didn't have a happy ending.
Great piece though, seems like you put allot of thought into it.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

No worries :)

[W R Stowe]

Its so sad when our parents take our dreams out from underneath us.I'm sure they had their reasoning but never took into recollection about the impression they would leave upon us.Grow your wings back and soar as far and high as your mind will carry you.Never give up your dreams as I had but I am flying my mind into my inner abyss and dreaming again

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you for the kind words and for reading. :)

[W R Stowe]

Your quite welcome

[RomaJ]

Don't lose that spirit. Be free like the wind. Love this one.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)