Moment Of Truth

We, all face that moment, which we have to choose between surrender and death, or continue to fight for our lives.

Laying here

Upon a frozen bank

Of snow and ice.

 

Stained

A bright red

From the blood

Leaking from my stumps.

 

Which

Once housed

My wings.

 

For

I dared to soar

Where others

Avoid.

 

Seeking

Out sights

So long denied

To me.

 

Unlike Icarus

My flight did not end

Because my wings

Melted.

 

Rather

They were torn off

By those

Who believe

In societal conformity.

 

 

Punishing

Those

Who dared to

Step outside

Of their boundary.

 

Still

I struggle

To flight

Once more.