I awoke with a ribbon over my eyes and
The sunlight peeking through,
When I blinked, the gossamer, sticky sweet
Stuck to my eyelashes
To be pulled across the kingdom’s valley
And smiling mountains
All that which belonged to me.
This fictitious sunrise, a kiss to the sky
Chaffing my flimsy lips
As it slips lower.

And to breathe
Is to give up,
Letting it scream into the heavens
Letting it mist between my lips
Letting a sleeper dream with eyes open,
A wooden chord waits to be played
Between tame fingers
Too young to even wake.
The rainbows at the window clawing to get in
Cast shadows across my brow.

Tiny hands patting anything within reach
Let the ribbon slip,
A waterfall of silk streams down,
Petting my skin as it goes by.
It lets go of the melted beauty
Cemented to my lids
And follows the curve
Of the face it takes each day,
Back to the sunset,
A knife through the heart.

I’ve been told I am strong
That’s alright with me
But I wish my hands were softer
So I could build
Beautiful
Wings of glass
Fragile but lusted after
I wish my hands were softer,
With my strong hands
I can only make
Wings of metal
Hard, cold and oddly shaped
From pushing and pulling too hard here and there
I wish my hands were softer
The wings of glass rarely break
Because people care
To place them gently on their pedestal
A trophy of incredible beauty
They think metal can’t break
But it can twist and bend
Until you can’t believe they were once
Something more than a lump
The thing with glass is
That once it shatters
It’s almost impossible to fix
I wish my hands were softer
But it’s only a wish and
I’ve come to enjoy
Reshaping my wings