Flightless

Flightless,
her wings are clipped.
They once were white
but now
a charcoal grey.
The darkness around her
flees with the glow
that's left in her wings.
A fallen angel of light
stuck on earth,
trapped amongst death.
Wishing for a soul to hear her cry
she drops tears from her eyes.
Longing to fly
she has her limits,
but she'd trade her heart
if only the chance ever came.
Flightless.
She closes her eyes and
folds her hands,
locking around herself.
Who could ever love her?
She's a broken doll.
Her wings are clipped.
As she makes her way to the cliff
she believes once more.
Her hands stretched outwards,
up to the stars.
She takes a step into the air -