Today I looked at myself and didn't see that girl. The girl who flew. I see her broken version. The one with the wings chopped off. The crippled girl, trying to live through it. The girl with shattered dreams.

  I see a shell of who I was. A shell of the woman I should have been. A shell of that girl. Hollow eyes drowning in sadness. Bleeding and broken and alone in this world with no directions to follow.

     I feel the agony of the lost future, of what it should have been. I lost my way in this journey. I lost my will. I lost my strength. I lost hope. I lost faith. I look back and see no one to blame. No one other than me.

      Now as I try to stand again, all I feel is pain. I find no strength in me. I lost my wings, but wish to fly. I wish to sew my wings back. To touch the sky again. To be her. The girl who flew.