Tattered Wings
My wings may be tattered,
That doesn't mean I can't fly.
I may be small,
That doesn't mean I can't reach the tallest mountains.
Dead might I be,
It means not that I cannot live life to the fullest.
It means not that I cannot have love,
Friendship and knowledge.
If no one was left,
No one at all,
I would still be here
Standing proud and tall.
But If I were to lose you;
Tattered, my wings would be.
Small, dead, lonely inside
Would I be.
-Ariana Kulikov
Copyright © Ariana Kulikov | Year Posted 2015
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