{ Ramblings }

Broken Wings

I used to flutter around unmindful of the harshness of the real world. I used to dance to the music of the wind with the rhythm within me. I used to smile and laugh and be as a tolerable child-like 20 year old lady. I used to wear my Bitch of the West socks to perk up my boring clothes. I used to be impulsive and innocent. I used to flutter around unmindful of the pain and suffering around me.

Now, that real and harsh world finally caught me. My wings are broken. I no longer flutter around unmindful. I no longer flutter around. I am just one butterfly with broken wings.

Yaj, told me that everything will pass. I should not lose hope. D said I should believe in grace. I am still finding my way around this new reality I am in. I am still finding hope. I am still finding grace.

My rose-colored glasses are misty and cracked. I have yet to visit the Healer. I have yet to visit the man who fixes rose-colored glasses. I have yet to encounter the ONE, the gentle, the wonderful, the beautiful ONE who will fix my wings and help me learn to fly again.

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I am Angel. . . I'm lost inside my fears.