I am trapped

I want to fly- spread my wings, feel the breeze. But every time I try, they're cut off. I never fly. I want to, though. I'm bound- tied by other's cords. They never grow back. They never heal. I suffer. I hurt. I tear myself apart, touched by the hand of death. Then, my wings return. At last, I fly- but this time, I don't want to.