And my feathers were pulled from my wings
“I am not well,” I thought the moment I was drawn into the wind
I was bleeding and crying and hurting and writhing in pain
But my saviour was gone. Discarded. Alone. Going insane.
I fell into the darkest, deepest waves
Lost all strength and will to be brave.
Breaking. Broken. Understanding still,
I lost my ability to fly – and once again, I bowed down to your will.
There was no way to come back from this despair
Love, it seems, is never fair.
And I wanted to yell and to beg for you to come back,
Until I realised, it doesn’t matter. I was damaged goods. A wreck.
No one will ever see the shining beauty I once was
Destroyed by too many lost battles. Covered in scars.
My feathers rained down on you and filled the ocean
And I died once again in an explosion of emotion.