Fiona Has Wings

At the end of that yearlong lifetime, i wept a sea of tears as vast and seamless as the ocean itself

Before, i had placed all of my self worth on her, and since she was happy with me, i was happy with me

When she found someone else i was nothing to her and deep inside i agreed

Amidst all the suffering, one phrase formed itself in the darkness:

Fiona Has Wings

What about me then?

What about me, I screamed

Until that point, much like Fiona, I had forgotten to scream

Fourteen years i forgot to scream, and was left alone to face countless demons

Below, I felt the peril of devilish deeds

And was stripped of the innocence which should've taken a lifetime to bleed

Now, I remind myself

Fiona was grounded at eleven, yet Fiona Has Wings!

She somehow managed to survive hellish things....

So Shouldn't i have wings?

Shouldn't i have Wings?!

But Who, i ask myself, who is me?

Is "me" a creation, is it what other people see?

If only i could find someone to give "me" definition

Someone who loves....me

It is because of this hope that i stop asking questions and choose simply to be

and even more simply, it is because of this hope that Fiona Has Wings

It is the hope of this girl that allows me to be...

because of this girl,

I Have Wings

Yes, I have WINGS