Fly they say, they told me to fly to my heart's desire and to soar upon the great sky above; only thing is, I can't fly. My wings are broken, and bruised, not from the trip onward in the sky, but from the beatings I've endured from the surroundings on the ground.
Fly, keep flying, don't stop flying.
How? How do I fly when I was never taught?
How do I fly when I am constantly tending to my own wounds upon my own wings?
How could I ever fly when you keep telling me to when you keep witnessing the impossible?
How do you say the things you tell me, when you yourself have not taken flight into the grand mass?
Why is it I am victimized of your cruelness heart and shattered dreams that you keep trying to bestow upon my fragile youth? I am merely a child, yet an innocent soul, but you insist on breaking the barriers, giving me the fate I never asked for.
I will fly when I am well enough, when I am not being thrown head first into it, when I am done the beatings.
I want to learn with a clear mind. A clear heart. And a clear soul.
Just fly.
About the Creator
Emily Peachy
I loved someone so much that I forgot to tend to my own needs and wants.
For once I can breathe knowing I am free.
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