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,

And it was to be able to fly.

I am a joke nature made for everyone to laugh,

I look like a harmless bird, but that is hardly deceiving,

I thus live my life each day with regret,

I bury my head in sand and think no one is looking.

I close my eyes and know my plight hasn't ended,

I still have hope and pray to a god I don’t believe in,

For the thing I asked was granted in a thorny wrapping,

I feel wind in my wings, while all this while I stand on ground while I am flapping.