Baby Wings
Why did you leave me?
Why did you decide I was too much
when I was barely enough for myself to hold on to?
You were my favourite person in the world.
Your love allowed me to grow beautiful, feathered wings.
One day, when generations of trauma and pain nested in my body,
sparking unimaginable physical and emotional agony,
my wings snapped.
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