She cries silent tears
the kind that cannot be heard, but inwardly
they do burn.
She feels her life has no meaning
no purpose in which he can find any true pleasure.
She longs to love and be loved.
Often seeking love in places in which she has no business.
Places that cause here to reflect on her choices:
choices that have caused her so much pain and grief
Choices that have caused her wings to be
hidden underneath.
For she longs to fly high above all her problems.
Reaching and striving for the simple joys of life
forgetting the choices which had left her
immobile, and her wings hidden
and out of sight.
Yet for this she must fight:
or be content with her wings hidden and out of sight.