"Inheritance"

"What use are wings to a frightened bird,
Who has learned to envy those that fly?
I have spent my life waiting for freedom,
Only to mourn the safety of these chains.

I have since inherited the silence,
The trembling of an unopened door,
And a thousand dreadful endings
To things that have yet to begin.

There is a world beyond this threshold,
Of which I have dreamt a hundred times.
Yet I find myself a stranger
To the very earth beneath my feet.

I have grown accustomed to this cage,
To the familiar sorrow of its bars.
And now that its door stands open,
I cannot remember how to leave.

I was raised beneath a borrowed sky,
Where even the birds feared the wind.
My father spoke of distant storms,
And I mistook his thunder for the rain."

- Sanitè

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