Childe of Wonder - Fiction

(photo by me - prints for sale)

We were told to stand up and fly right. We were told that family always came first. We were told that we weren’t good enough, pretty enough, capable enough.

These words from those who were called family. Those who loved us and wanted what was best for us.

We were stepped on, pushed out of the way, learned that we would never be good enough. We would cry in the dark yet come out smiling because we had to. Always a pain in the ass. Why can’t you listen to me? Don’t go against what we have planned for your miserable life.

And then....one day....

We woke up. Learned that the world is bigger than their house. We viewed colours for the first time and dared to live because they were afraid to do so.

They saw our wings and tried to clip them off. They saw the light in our eyes and yelled even louder. You won’t make it, they would scream. You can’t make it without us. You’re nothing.

The wings were heavy because we were getting used to them. We tried to fly, only to fall to the ground. Over and over again. Then one day, we rose an inch. Then a foot. Soon, we soared over the mountains and lakes. We laughed while tears streamed down our faces.

They saw us succeed without them and knew that we had risen above them. They knew we had power. They knew we could fly. They had no wings - ripped from their bodies themselves because they didn’t believe.

Oh you Childe of Wonder. Spread your wings and fly. See me as what you can become. Take the leap and forget those who want to hold you down.

Fly, Childe. Fly.