Sister.

You want to stop being sad

But your hands are so cold

And your heart is so tired.

You just want to leave this place;

Go somewhere new and fresh

But your fears drag you down –

Your sadness keeps you here.

Have you ever cried

Because your friends can fly

But you didn’t grow wings?

Maybe they’re there,

Hiding in your skin.

Under the scars,

Under the pain,

Just waiting to breathe the air,

And taste the freedom of the sky.

You’re so sad, so lonely.

Maybe under all that

Is the desire to get better

To get stronger and happier.

Your scars will heal

And they will fade

And you will fly one day.

 

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