Imprisoned
in her own body,
She wants
to have wings,
She wants
to run.
Hiding in
her shelter,
She´s been
in darkness,
The light
hurts her eyes,
She misses
the sun.
She longs
for air blowing her hair
She wishes
to hear the sound of her footsteps on the pavement
But she´s
coiled up, unable to move.
Gentle
hands caress her,
Big hands
pull her out, scratching her skin
Making her
shed blood tears
She gasps
for air,
Her lungs
are not strong enough to get it
Her neck is
marked, she´s been strangled
She´s been
hung like a criminal…
She didn´t
die
She cut the
rope and fell.
How far the
days filled with joy seem now.
Everything´s
just echo in an empty room
Her hands
are tied, her feet shackled
She´s
forced to curl down under the weight of an eternal night without moon, with no
stars
She´s
tormented every second.
A restless
existence, she can´t find peace in her sleep
She can´t
see anymore
She wants
to be free
She longs
for the day in which her wings grow back
And she can
soar in the sky
And never
be captive again.
WHOA! That "strangled" scene was intense. It's kind of crazy because I just for a second I imagined if she really was hung and lived. Then when she fell to the ground she would have been grateful she escaped death but miserable because with the freedom of the past she is still sad anyway so it's like what's the point?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, she's headed to the future tied down, that's a sad thought but it happens everyday :(
as always, thank for reading.
Deleteexactly, that´s the core of this "what´s the point?"
I'm very glad you understand what I write