The fury of this world
has wounded my spirit
and shorn my brilliant feathers.

I have spent many nights,
on this rocky precipice.
Waiting for my worn body to heal.

"Soon you will fly again"
you tell me.
"Soon you will be free once more!"

The hollowness of your words,
makes your ignorance of me evident.
Your encouragement is misplaced.

For you see,
I'm not sure I want to go back up there.
The dark clouds look more foreboding than ever...

Maybe I just want to fly
to the darkest place I can find.
And stay there for all eternity.