i feel quite insignificant
like a small, frail, broken-winged bird
cradled in the hand of a man who does not know I am fragile
i am made of glass and ribbons which bind my feet to this wretched earth
they are chains around my beaten ankles
my sin is the floor beneath where I stand.
my wings were once whole, beautiful, unbroken things
but he held them too tightly
they crumbled in his hands
into dust
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
i feel quite insignificant
like a small, frail, broken-winged bird
cradled in the hand of a man who does not know I am fragile
i am made of glass and ribbons which bind my feet to this wretched earth
they are chains around my beaten ankles
my sin is the floor beneath where I stand.
my wings were once whole, beautiful, unbroken things
but he held them too tightly
they crumbled in his hands
into dust