Soaring Wings

Faye99

 

There's an old porcelain angel that sits on my bedside table, it's a reminder of the ones I've loved, and the ones I've lost.

That little angel has the most magestic wings, when I touch them I can feel the ripples as I slide my finger down.

She has star and moon holes at the bottom of her dress so light can get out, when you burn a candle.

Her face looks so innocent and pure, reminds me of myself, long ago.

Sometimes I wonder was I ever innocent, I felt so much pain at such a young age.

I long to have the soaring wings, the little angel has.

If I did would I have already fled, or would I be here instead? 

  • Author: Faye99 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2017 22:44
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments2

  • Accidental Poet

    Pain does not mean you're guilty of anything. Your innocence has matured as it should. Love yourself Faye and give yourself back those wings you had as a child. Beautifully written piece Faye. ; )

    • Faye99

      Thank you for your comment, it means a lot.

      • Accidental Poet

        You're very welcome.

      • FredPeyer

        Beautiful writing, Faye. It is the age-old question of 'what if' and you will never know. Better to look forward.



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