Wings
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Photography by : Judith Crispin and PareeErica

If I had wings
I would fly,
away.

Where I would fly to
I do not know.
Just the fact that I could fly
somewhere, anywhere,
that could free me from this.

These clipped wings of mine
that I’ve tried nurturing,
have now finally broken.

My wings which once flew high in the sky,
where I met you,
today, can’t even afford a flap.
While yours soar high
to places that I have never been,
mine are glued to me.
They don’t look like wings, nor
do they feel like
wings.

One day my wings would take me to the skies
again with you,
I held on to that hope.
Therefore I remained with you.
But you started flying on your own.

I remembered the times
when your wings,
they were smaller than mine.
I was happy when we flew together,
even if I carried the weight
of your wings on me.

I was proud of you,
when the day came,
that you no longer needed me
to take you to the skies.

Later, as time passed,
I realized you had flown away from me.
You said the winds kept you away, from returning.
I accepted this,
as much as I did not believe
that to be the truth.

I knew,
you had started to fly with other birds,
while I was left in this cage you bought for me.
A beautiful cage you had bought,
as a proof of your love for me.

But, the day came
when I could not bear the pain
of living in this cage.

The truth finally I admitted.
which hurt was unbearable.

As an exchange for this pain,
you promised to open the doors to the cage.

However,
the cage now had become my home.
I had lived there far too many years
by myself, not up in the skies.

I found ways of coping to this caged life.
Now, I bought things to adorn the cage,
I bought clothes to disguise my wings.
But I always returned to my cage.
This I did for years.

One day,
the cage, it became too cramped.

You dealt with you guilt by
placing things outside the cage.
lying that you still cared for me.
Though, sometimes I fell for your trap,
my wings told me not to trust you.

My broken wings,
they became my savior.

Today,
I am determined to fly.
As much as it hurts each time
I try.
But, they are
the only reason,
that remind me I am a bird.

I have forgiven you for betraying me,
Your lies broke more parts of me,
than merely my wings.

I forgive you
because I have chosen to,
for I love you.
For I know the true meaning of Love.

But Love, you succumbed to temptation.
And really, you never did love me,
for to love someone, it is a decision.
It never is a feeling.
For feelings are fleeting moments.
They change directions just like the winds

Today, I am free,
For I am free, from you.

ABOUT THE COLUMNIST

Nell-Lynn Perera’s favorite past times are writing proses and painting. Being able to connect with people through them has encouraged her to continue doing both with a growing passion. Many times upon reading her poems or looking at her artwork, people assume that she’s living through what she wrote or painted – not necessarily so. She writes to inspire people mostly, even if it’s through a dark piece of writing or art. In life, she’s realized most things are relative. And everything shall pass. This is the beauty of life.

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