I have been hiding my wings for a long time but not in the ways you would think.
My wings have only ever been a thought in my head and a dull throb in my back but there are days when I wonder what would happen if I let them out,
what would they look like how would it feel would they all hate me or be afraid? Would they all think I’m a freak? Or would everything be fine and it not be a big deal?
but then there are the days where the throbs are not so dull,
when I can feel the skin on my back bend and split there are days when breathing is barely something my chest can handle,
and there are days when I almost forget the pain in the first place and when I get the thought in my head that now is the time to free my wings I remember the last time I tried.
I was stared at they just stood confused and asked what was going on and that they liked me better like I normally was.
But there is no blame to give it was different and they weren’t ready,
so I forced the wings back in I wonder if I broke them that night I wonder if they would ever work if they ever unfurled.
Some nights I wonder aloud I speak to the moon and tell her it all,
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I have been hiding my wings for a long time but not in the ways you would think.
My wings have only ever been a thought in my head and a dull throb in my back but there are days when I wonder what would happen if I let them out,
what would they look like how would it feel would they all hate me or be afraid? Would they all think I’m a freak? Or would everything be fine and it not be a big deal?
but then there are the days where the throbs are not so dull,
when I can feel the skin on my back bend and split there are days when breathing is barely something my chest can handle,
and there are days when I almost forget the pain in the first place and when I get the thought in my head that now is the time to free my wings I remember the last time I tried.
I was stared at they just stood confused and asked what was going on and that they liked me better like I normally was.
But there is no blame to give it was different and they weren’t ready,
so I forced the wings back in I wonder if I broke them that night I wonder if they would ever work if they ever unfurled.
Some nights I wonder aloud I speak to the moon and tell her it all,
......