You cut off my wings, and laughed at my pain
It mattered not their color, they were just there
You are angered that I miss them
Cant stand to see me grow them back
You rip and tear, each time they come
Happy to see me bleed for your cause
What is so bad about me?
Why do you hate me so?
I have done nothing to you
What are you so afraid of?
I know my happiness matters not
But why wont you let me be?
I cannot turn my dark wings light
I cannot do what you want me to do
I beg you, take me as I am or let me go
this fight shall never end
I ache to be free,
Where I can fly again
The human soul is a life force unto itself, Some are bright, vibrant, powerful, passionate and many are old. There are those souls that are wounded & scarred, some dimmed. Nevertheless...they are souls. The ancient myth is correct: our eyes are the portals to our souls, In our eyes, we see pain, passion, hate, love, strength, kindness. Each soul is unique, and ours to cherish and hold.
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