Wings

Fallen wings, faded, poorly groomed, once beautiful,
so full of life with your contagious energy wishing for open skies to test your strength,
did not fly in time?
they caged you with envy, turning you into fragile wings,
beautiful wings that never flew, sometimes they wanted to fly
you did not find the moment to escape ?,
what force mesquina forced you to be on the ground,
or you were only a foolish wings to wish a heaven open for you,
while you suffered from a terrible fear,
while you let them mutilate you
You slept wings and did not take off high,
so time spent nostalizing skies that you never traveled,
envying skies that you saw from the earth, you stayed with borrowed
skies and you confused the clouds with omens, now in the longing you
only have fear of the travel and your worn wings, hoping to take flight once more.