Why can't I fly?
The graceful wings open. Up and down they marked a way. Their world to conquer. They navigate through the magnificent world. Why cant I fly? Their world, colorful, rainbowish. Mine as pale as a thunderstorm. No walls surround them. Four walls are all I ever see. Why cant I fly? It happened one obscure scary night. Walking to get home. Night we met, oh that night. Tooked my valued freedom. Why cant I fly? Dreadful basement became home. My eyes released tears as waterfalls. Days passed without passing. Looking window saved me from drowning.
Why cant I fly? I stared and analyzed. The Sun and its brightness hugged me. I deeply needed it. A hug, human contact feeling loved. Why cant I fly? I observed every hour, every day. Birds would sing divinely. Melodies reaching the interior of my ears. It raised my heartbeat. Why cant I fly? The perfect sound combinations. Leaves crunching, trees swinging, magical nature. Even trapped I felt absolute. He vilified, an eye in sky.
Would I ever fly again? Not talking, Not moving. My life was taken from me. Had wings, couldn’t fly. My kidnapper cut them, breaking me. Would I ever fly again? My skin became pale. The sleepless nights produced effects. Unable to recognize myself. That bright and hopeful girl was gone. Would I ever fly again? Breathing became a challenge. Everything burst, everything ached. However I´m not burned, not injured. No feelings, not anymore.
Would I ever fly again? Fly, Fly, Sing, Fly. The key for a well-adventured life. I admired their freedom. I felt ashamed , disappointed of myself. Would I ever fly again? I was just surviving. Not living , neither fighting for it. The feelings, the memories. They were coming through my mind.
Would I ever fly again? Yes, I would fly. A hard fight, a terrifying one. Two options: lose, win. My choice, simple, fighting to live. Would I ever fly again? My plan, sharply calculated. Through the secret window I climb. Run until I fly. When far I was, never look back.
Would I ever fly again? I saw the birds. Painting the sky with their flight. My perspective was distinct. I felt we could fly together. Would I ever fly again? We were finally equals. I felt closer to being free. I was revived, thrilled. Each day was a step further.
Would I ever fly again? My heat was exploding. My stomach revealed the feeling of nervousness. Not scared, uniquely excited. Thrill, it was all about it. Would I ever fly again? Excitement, all I needed. Feeling something, knowing I wasn’t hollow. I overthought, I overfelt. Last night I would be trapped.
Would I ever fly again? No regrets, No withdrawal. The overly expected day finally came. Stealthy as a ninja. Light as a feather, quieter than ever. Would I ever fly again? I glanced through stairs. Cautiously through the room, the window. Felt grass, finally out. Rushed from there, crashed with him. Why did I try to fly?