in my dreams
I am a wingless creature
learning to fly again
I am a wounded myth
clinging to existence
fighting for my life
I have stories engraved in my eyes
I have light entrapped in my skin
I am burning from within
but those are all in my dreams
and those dreams are dying.
•
I once had wings
woven from sheer will
until I forgot who I was
and they followed,
crumbling like dust.
I fell like a meteor
and split the earth.
In my dreams I had flight,
In my dreams I had mirth.
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