The Plight of a Flightless Bird

I wished for a wish and it was only half granted

I was given wings but then I couldn’t fly.

I looked like who I wanted to be, but was only halfway there

I could only wish to befit the place I had wanted to escape.

I look up and I yearn,

I spread my wings and sigh,

I only asked for one wish all this time,

Alter-ego

There is a part of me that feels numb, that feels chilly, that feels cold

The blood tries to rush to my brain, but it stops like it has been told

To not let me breathe, to not let me think, to come in my way of emancipation

To not let me cry, to not to my shout, to not let me forget the transgression.

I feel numb and it feels cold and it feels chilly inside

But I can’t think, I can’t judge, I can’t even let my emotions decide.

It was not always like this, there was laughter and there was sun

It was not always like this, there was a time later in my life when it all begun

I reached out but was shut down, I persisted but was cut off

My fingers touched your back, met your explanations and to the lack thereof