I swear, this damn wing of mine is driving me crazy. It just drags behind me, sparking and causing all sorts of trouble. I can't even fly properly with it broken like this. It's a constant reminder of that thunderstorm and that fateful lightning strike that took away my ability to soar through the skies.
I remember the feeling of freedom as I soared through the clouds, the wind rushing through my feathers. But now, all I feel is frustration and anger at this useless appendage that just weighs me down. It's like a constant burden that I can't shake off no matter how hard I try.
And to make matters worse, there's that bullet hole over my left eye. It's a constant reminder of the violence that I've endured, the battles that I've fought. It's a scar that will never heal, a mark of the dangers that I face every day.
But despite all of this, I refuse to be defeated. I may be broken, but I am still deadly. My tail contains a deadly acid that can dissolve anything in its path, and my hands can transform into weapons at a moment's notice. I may crawl instead of walk, but I am still a force to be reckoned with.
I may not be whole, but I am still fierce. I may be damaged, but I am still dangerous. And as long as I have breath in my body, I will continue to fight, to survive, and to prove that even a broken wing can still soar.