soft, kind, gentle
her wings pierce through her back
skin tearing open to spread her beautiful white wings
loose feathers flutter to the ground
covering them in ash and forgotten memories
she must endure the pain in order to fly
she keeps her head held high
her heart broken but still glistening gold
the debris on her wings
begins to turn them black
but she continues to fly
because she won't give up this time
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow
Poetrythis is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also los...
