breaking chains

another monotonous day.

same rehearsed schedule, same tired mind.

but today

i wake up and i truly feel the wings.

midnight-colored,

the grand wings are finally inked on my back.

the red bruises stain the perimeters,

but that pain is temporary.

the wings will last, they will endure.

i’ve become too grown to weight on my shoulders,

my body continuously tense and my mind endlessly broken.

the chains have bruised me beyond recognition,

but not beyond recovery.

and i don’t think i’ll change with one tattoo.

but i am done being the unwilling servant to my pain. i am done.

now,

i can begin to fly.