Wings

My wings glisten in the sun with every painful downstroke that only keeps me still; suspended silently between the currents. The ground below me beckons. To escape my air built cage would be to fling my hollow bones against unforgiving rock. The fall would be so gleeful, with adrenaline searing in my soul. But with every limb I shatter, another heart breaks too. Caught between cloud and earth, my wings begin to ache. Every movement is desperate, and I falter. There is only death below me. With wind in my ears it's hard to hear it's songs, but I know the words by heart. To fall is death. To fly is death. Perhaps I should have never parted from Earth. My heartbeat is my death drum. Keeping me in touch with every thump that vibrates through me, death gets only a little closer. Caught between child and woman, trapped between life and death. The fog rolls up and embraces me with its chilly faint touch. The choice belongs to me; but that's deception. My wings have never been even a little bit mine.