She was expected to fly,
Every day she wakes up on the edge,
The edge of praying she would have died,
And the edge of being grateful for her first breath.
Her wings were not given,
They were destroyed.
You're stupid.
No one loves you.
A waste of space.
Locked away in an underwater castle, with thick ridged walls.
Ephemeral bliss followed by unheard screams.
A heavy soul hoping to drown.
Broken wings, unable to fly.
About the Creator
Skyleeric
This is my life. Peace & Love. War & Hatred.
The duality of knowing and being the good and the bad within yourself. ✨✨
Follow if you want to grow on this journey with me. 🌱
One Hard Thing
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: You have the number, you know your schedule- you’ve even picked out the perfect day and time to make this appointment. Shoot, you’ve even picked out alternative days and times just in case their schedules can’t accommodate you!
By Taylor Rigsby2 days ago in Motivation
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