she saw the salacious truth ,
she saw the vindictive stories ,
her feathers scorched with the fire of love ,
her claws bleeding from the scratches of her friends ,
she looked into her heart ,
and saw gashes of iron ....
and saw gashes of iron ....
her wings clipped with trust,
her feet bound with brass
her colors stolen by love,
her spirit ripped with a platinum glove
what once was home,
was now a glorified tomb,
what once was created with hope,
was now but only a crippled ghost,
what once was given with trust ,
was now on the pedestal of despair,
she looked around and saw the shadow of her life ,
shadow of the promises ,
shadow of the future ....
what could be was but a lie ,
what was a promise was now only but a cage ...
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