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Three vines ensnare me,
Duty, Truth, Reality.
Yet I resist.
Spreading my Wings
feeling it within
the power of Dreams
and Desire.
But Reality pulls hard,
and Truth never lets
my body lift off,
to escape from the Curse.
Born from Earth,
not Air.


Someday
Earth will
take me,
swallow me,
take my essence
and mold it anew.
Yet desire fights back.
Earth reaches out
strong arms pulling me
Down.
Down.
Down.
That’s all I think of
and Desire to be
free
of the
pulsing pain
lifts me up
into Air.
Forbidden though
it is, Air
is my refuge.
My sanctuary.
Somewhere
Duty, Truth and
even Reality
are forbidden.
They reach up
and slowly take me
First the feet.
Until they have
all but the
thin thread
allowing my connection
to my Wings.
My freedom.


The curse of
Impending Doom
lies a huge
weight on
my shoulders.
But through
the mist, a
new dream courses
in my essence.
If Wings are
forbidden, what about
Gills?
Water is not Earth.
Air is not Earth.
Forbidden, they are.
But hope fuels my desire
makes the thin veil of my
Wings less transparent.
A Blessing,
within
a Curse?
Only Time can tell,
and Time prefers
not to talk.