The night sky took me in,
As I drew a deep long breath,
Spreading my wings and ready to fly,
But the chains are holding me back.
Sorrow fills within me,
And the sky slowly turns black.
I fold my wings around me for warmth and shelter,
And slide into a corner.
… There’s no one here…
And somehow I feel,
No one knows I’m here.
It’s cold and the rain is falling,
Piercing through me,
Like a thousand nails.
Questions running through my mind,
Like a record with the same song playing over and over again:

‘Should I Keep trying,
Or should I wait?...
If I wait what will happen….
What will come?
Is anyone here?’

My wings trying to keep me in shelter,
To keep me dry and safe from the rain,
But they become weak,
As I am,
Sliding to my sides,
To a half open position.
The tears began to mix with the rain,
So that the two could not be told apart,
My knees bent to my chest.
Looking to my sides,
I find my hands lay,
Palms up with shackles attached to their wrists,
With rusted chains,
As I moved my hands,
The rust chips cut through my skin.
The dried blood under the shackles,
And the fresh running blood mix together,
And the mixture becomes alive,
As it runs down my fingertips,
My knees slowly begin to slide away,
To a crooked position from their weakness,
Revealing my sorrow,
My weakness,
And helpless corpse,
For my enemy to feed on.
Yet somehow,
Knowing that my enemy was possibly not near,
And that there was no one around my sorrow filled body,
I found strength enough to know that I was happy to be alone!

 
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