You don't know what it's like to be irreparable until you are, and it's nothing to laugh about whether talking about the old times or just a reminiscence. You become a creature in the eyes of society, you become different.
You don't know what it's like to be basking in the warm light of sanctuary and acceptance until you've seen the sorrow and despair, the dark abyss sans any hope.
You don't know what it's like to never be able to feel the warmth of family although you have one, because if you don't feel it, you can never again.
Can a person's dream reach only so high? With seemingly rudimentary ones, yet so hard to attain, such as love, acceptance, and happiness; people like to think they can provide them to those around them, but not everyone knows how to. Or perhaps the titanic dreams of freedom, peace, ceasing suffering? They require the wings of liberty; but how to create them?
Money; study grants, scholarships, research funds.
Power; position, knowledge, influence.
One has to beware, they may exert a heavy burden on the wielder if not used proper. Like wings of gold too heavy for lift.
And what of love and acceptance? All too scarce to be practical.
So when you find yourself standing there at the edge of a cliff, waiting for wings;
Thunder and lightning all around to deter the weak,
Downpour to beat down those wanting in determination, strength and perseverance.
Crows and vultures sounding cries of doom and desolation,
It is difficult, but they must be ignored.
Failure is not an option.
And when the final few chains have yet to be broken,
You realize: all you need is the Rain and the Wind,
And your wings.
Then you shall fly above all others.
