The wings of fate are broken
The voices cry out in vain
They’re all looking for a hero
To make things right again
Was she not born complete?
She doesn’t remember being whole
Has she always been wounded
Carrying on with a bleeding soul?
With broken wings she sets off
Down the dark and bloody path
She has no hero
But they have theirs
December 20 2005
Notes: I read this for my freshman creative writing proformance. It was originally going to be a chapter story, but it was too depressing for me at the time to write so it turned into a poem.
