In my glass bubble
I'm safe from all
I can never get hurt
Nor can I fall
Yet my pearl white wings
Ache so badly
I want to try
To cry out madly
I want to fly free
Above the earth
I want to be happy
Full of mirth
So as I spread my wings
And my bubble breaks
I linger while
The world shakes
My world is broken
My glass bubble shattered
I do not care
It no longer matters
It was small
And fragile
A home
In my exhile
It kept me safe
From a world of hope
Through pain
I shall cope
In my now larger world
I cry
For the wounds of glass
I am to die
Why now
That I'm free
Do I understand
Do I truly see
My bubble was safe
And humble
Now all is blurred
And jumbled
I was at peace
Now all is chaos
I guess a couple sore wings
Was how it was paid off
So I lay in the spot
I once thought of as nice
But wanted more
So I pay the price
The blood I'd never spilt
Now stains my wings
Because my selfish wants
And this is what it brings
Now to weak to fly
Not even able to lift a finger
My wonderful dream
Still lingers
I still want to live
And yet to fly
Might just be worth it
Be worth it to die

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 476 AF.