my wings hurt.
i am tired and disheveled and
i can't shake the feeling that there's
i MUST be doing
it's Very Important, i know,
but this is the wrong time for it.
in the future, i am doing it now,
but i want to help myself!
but my wings hurt,
and they have broken, so long ago...
i can't use them,
but they ache so, begging me
to stretch them out.
i try so hard,
but i only end up exhausted, miserable,
because i can't fly and i need to.
i'm wrong right now.
there is a way things Should Be, and i
do not fit that at all.
i have spent so long as Other.
i am defined by what i am not, have never been,
rather than what i am.
i am not smart.
i am not a Good Person.
i am not normal. i am not right for anything.
'freak' say the scars on my thigh.
short for 'freak of nature'.
for once, i am something:
i am a Freak of Nature.
i shouldn't exist, but i do.
what cruel being would give me a life
i spend so much of
not just wrong, though,
inherently Wrong. there is nothing
i can do.
not until my wings grow back and heal,
and Time is right for me.