She was born from earth
Meant to lie beneath man
That was never her plan

Now she dreams of wings that shimmer like mother of pearl in the daylight.
Sometimes they were golden.
Never quite the same.
They were warm, her shelter from the rain and the snow.
They cradled her while she dreamed.
She looked in the river and she was gorgeous, her wings reflected back in her beautiful ocean eyes.
This is always when the dream changes.
She screams.
The false god rips her garden away and her wings.
She used to know how to fly, that was before her bones were broken.
Trapped within a hurricane, long forgotten the art of taking off.
Bogged down in the wind and rain feels like drowning.
She reached for someone and they freed her but with freedom she lost her wings.