Once strong and able to stand alone, my body is now weak
Like a loved bird who once witnessed the cruel death of her parent
My heart now hurts, a black spot exists where love once shown through
I am blocking you out, because it hurts too much to let you in
I am okay at pretending, what I cannot do is face the truth
This truth seems to come to me when I think of you
If there is no thought, then can I be free?
Can I spread my damaged wings and soar blissfully into the sky?
What I fear most is the possibility of that fall
What if I finally push myself to fly and am met with the sudden realization
That I am not capable of soaring free after all?
