Broken

Broken

Main Entry:bro·ken

Pronunciation:\ˈbrō-kən\

Function:adjective

Etymology:Middle English, from Old English brocen, from past participle of brecan to break

Date:13th century

1: violently separated into parts : 2: damaged or altered by breaking: as a: having undergone or been subjected to fracture broken leg> bof land surfaces : being irregular, interrupted, or full of obstacles c: violated by transgression broken promise> d: e: disrupted by change

So many things have been breaking my heart.
Lately, I've felt so many things around me breaking. Everything that's held me down, everything that's prevented me from going astray. Ive been tasting the sweet, bitter taste of freedom for the first time in a while. This sounds incredibly weird, but I like to picture people with wings. Children always have little, broken wings, where the parents (well, normal parents..or as normal as possible) have the big, beautiful strong wings, and they're supposed to help mend the broken wings of the 'fallen' children, and help them develop. Teenagers are just growing into their either incredibly tangled, torn wings, or their strong, healthy ones. The ropes that held us down before are slowly being cut away, and we can finally stretch ourselves out and absorb every ounce of sunlight. I feel like if I were to have wings, they would be covered in scars, but strong. I feel like my ropes have been cut for a while, and the last bits are falling off. At night, it's what makes me sweat myself to sleep, my skin screaming to let it breathe, but I can't. It's the pain in my neck, the pain in my left hip, the ache in my stomach. So many things are moving inside me, so many changes are finally being made. I feel doomed, though, all at the same time. While people are finally spreading their wings and going to pursue the greatest years of their lives, I'm stuck here forced into my career. I am at a loss for words at this point. Don't judge me.