hidden wings

Through the alignment of the stars

Another energy was created

With a body enclosed with delicate skin

Gifted with a strong pair of hidden wings

Their flesh coated with innocence

Infused with a star’s dripping essence

So unfortunate they were born

Into a place that makes no sense

So unfortunate that society

Ought to firmly bind their wings

Where a different path is not allowed

For one must always walk with the crowd

As if walking alone-

Is walking into a storm

Age six-

They were forced to practice a religion they

didn’t even know existed

No, they were not allowed to resist it

For they were told to obey the elders

Their discipline and orders-

But these children being in oblivion

Didn’t know that discipline…

Could be disguised manipulation

Age seven-

They were forced to listen

Words lingering

Told to fit in

Taught to live in fear of purge

“Attend the church

Do not lurch.

Follow my steps.

My path is the right path.”

Age thirteen-

Now they are wondering,

“Why am I being told what to believe in?”

Age fourteen-

Now they are awakening.

“Why is a ‘loving” god supposed to be terrifying?”

Age fifteen-

Now they are realizing

“Is this really how I’m supposed to be living?

In others’ reality?”

Age sixteen-

Now… they are hiding

For apparently

Ones who don’t comply are suspicious

One who can’t be controlled is…

Dangerous

Now in the darkest ebony

They live

Full of unveiled truth

They still believe

“How come they’re not afraid”

Others wonder

“Why would we be?”

They answer

“We already had the darkness inside us

Why would we be bothered by darkness…

Around us?”

“Wake up”

The demand

“Stop with your fantasy”

They insist

As if everything they see is truth and justice

As if everything they see is not mere perception

And so they were casted

As too mysterious

Too unpredictable

Too different

...too much

Every word one would be using

To describe an unstoppable being

But worry no more, little one

For you no longer have to abide

This is your life for you to decide.

Follow your own path.

In a society of clipped wings,

Let your wings unfold.

For those who soar and wander

Would discover the answer.

Soar little one

Your hands hold power

Of diamonds, gold, and treasures

That even the skies

Could never measure

Soar little one

Your mind hold endless possibilities

One that could create various realities

One that could bring even the biggest

Galaxies

Down to their knees

Soar little one

It’s time to start believing

In yourself

Although this makes people livid

Always keep in mind-

Your beliefs will always be valid

For a different path

Doesn’t mean a lost path