It is said that only birds, butterflies and angels have wings. They are for those good living beings who deserve that privilege of flying across the sky, with their voices through the cold wind to help all the lost souls.
Not so long ago, a girl was born into his world. We all know that this world is far from perfect. Her mother and father have never tried to make her feel that way, but still she had a childhood. Well, she remembers only fractions of it, the fractions that the horrible war could not take away. And they seem good.
Without the fake modesty, she always thought she was a good person. And to be perfectly honest, most of the people around her did, too. Now, I’m not saying she was a saint because she was not. She’s a girl. A girl who was told she was a princess. It doesn’t matter who told her, what it matters is that he or she did tell her. She never really believed that. That was something fake.
One day she was blessed with an Angel Wings because she was good. As we all know, you can’t actually see the Wings themselves. They are seen through the good deeds that one does. And she did a lot of them. But, like in every other story, there has to be someone bad. Envious people have always been there to make her life unbearable, nevertheless she had a good heart, they were and still out there to hurt her.
She met someone she thought might be her prince. He wasn’t. He was one of those bad ones who only want to steal and break other peoples’ happiness just because they cannot make their life worth living for. Her wings were broken then. After long time, they have grown back; but the thing that’s broken once cannot be perfect ever again.
Now, her wings are broken again. They hurt. ‘Why do ignorant people want to take away the smile from my face?’-she wonders still. ‘How do they manage to get through to me, to make me like them, love them?’ Questions that will never be answered because there is no one to answer them. And even if there was someone-they would be unable to do so; no one can answer, everyone can only make assumptions, everyone can only try. Maybe, someday someone actually finds an answer to the eternal question-‘Why do we act like beasts?’.
I know that there are many people wondering the same and the similar questions as this princess with broken wings… And many more people are left without an answer. But my only question is: Why did you broke my wings? Because they hurt so much. Maybe they’ll never grow back again. And I need them.
Jess.
Post je objavljen 19.09.2007. u 20:31 sati.