Wings

The thought of him was painful,
He'd chained and cut my wings,
Yet somehow I adored him,
Even if rejection stings.

But then I was strait-forward,
I told him all I felt.
He didn't understand it,
And my tears began to melt.

At first it deeply hurt me,
That he would not be there.
I guess I never realized
How I wanted him to care.

However, then it hit me,
All the chains were gone,
I now knew what his truth was,
My possibilities had dawned.

Yes, my feathers were still short,
And I remained aground.
But tomorrow they'll have grown in,
And then I’ll fly around.

So why be all depressive?
I have travel plans to make!
You'll soon receive a post card,
For I know my bonds will break.