Wingless

As I gaze in the mirror,

Something in my eyes,

Makes me want to cry,

As if I can see my own soul for the first time,

And what I see,

Makes me want to cry,

What I see is not ugly,

Nor is it something that should bring me sorrow,

It just reminds how limited I am,

Oh how I wish I had wings to take me somewhere,

Somewhere else from here,

My reflection looks back at me,

Tears glistening in it’s eyes,

As if it sees my soul like I see its,

In this endless aching of my heart,

I blindly wish for wings,

Not realizing how they will be the fall of me.

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Atirah Jewel