Letting Go

Soaring above the clouds and my misery,

Forgetting for just one moment.

Then brought painfully back down to the ground,

One touch of an oily hand to the back

Of my wings

Damaging me forever,

Crippling me.

Ascending away from the memories

chaining me to the ground

gets harder and harder,

My perfect spotted

Orange and black

Silky wings

are no longer protected

But rather wilted,

A mark from my enemy

Eternally attached to my body,

A parasite that never dies.