It was the time I had to part ways from the demons that I came to know I’ve always had wings but never a big enough fire in my heart to use them.
The first day I asked for wings I got them. But had no idea it weighed nothing at first. It got heavier when it grew. I always thought that the older I got the more I had to carry on my back.
it was true.
Only I thought the weight I carried was the chaos brought by my presumed lack of wings.
It was the cause of it.
How silly to wish for something you already have?
I’m a cold being, I was never raised by fire, I never knew it.
Bravery wasn’t my thing
I never knew heat and that is exactly what I needed to raise my wings up and leave.
The day I had to part ways from the demons was the day the last feather on both my wings fell and there was nothing left but its bones.