Among the clouds no longer

A poem about losing my wings

I used to be a dreamer,
a thinker of strange thoughts.

Among the clouds they found me,
dreaming in the white fluff.

They seized me by the arm
and dragged me down to earth.

Dizzy and disoriented,
I did not protest.
They spoke in harsh voices,
lest I forget.

My wings grew weak from disuse
and can no longer reach the skies.

Now I am stranded on the ground,
staring up at where I used to fly.