Wings

Her wings were broken, shattered like a hammer hitting a glass. Slowly tumbling downwards causing her to fall down to her knees, too weak to hold her wings any longer. Tears streamed down her face, the tears she could no longer hold back. The girl let every once of her body be consumed by the sadness and loneliness she knew was all she had. All her smiles, her laughs and words were covered with not only lies but with lies that were truths that no one but herself could tell. She wanted someone, anyone to come to her. Wrap their arms around her and tell her that it was okay. That she would get through this. She wanted someone to hold her wings for her, to be her confidence.

But no one was there for her. No one was willingly to lend a hand. There was no one to hold her wings up or comfort her. She was alone. All alone...