Our Wings

bryton

We are born with all wings to fly

But they are torn apart as we journey in life

They are broken even before we have to use them

As we pass through thorns and thistles rough bushes of the forest called life

As the time of take-off comes, the time for us to explore the wonder of the sky

Standing and staring at the runaway of our lives,

We try to push up with our broken wings,

But no matter how much we try no no no

We can’t fly with Brocken wings

At this moment all hell breaks loose, we feel darkness all around us

And what hurts most is knowing, if only I could fly,

But, no no no we can’t with wings torn apart

We sense our destinies above us but to reach them, oh they are just too high

No matter how hard we try to fly no no no we can’t fly with broken wings

We cry to the heavens, only if you be a little compassionate with us

For from whence we were made and given wings

From whence we were given a purpose to fly

Heaven help us fly

Heaven help us fly.

  • Author: bryton (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2021 18:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Revelation!
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • L. B. Mek

    really like your wording, and you've maximised that metaphor all the way through your write,
    thanks for sharing

    • bryton

      Thank you!



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