Little did we know with wings we could fall.
We swore we'd fly high and stay close to the sky.
Never once did we ever expect a broken wing to lead to a fall.
Most would say that in time we'd heal but yet there is no healing for us.
No second chances or changes of times, because today we are far to weighted down by our mistakes to rise back
to our once perfectly sunny sky.
That no matter how we try to lift up from the ground
we find we still walk with feet.
That's how humans were all made,
from the angels that fell down from the Heavens and lost their wings.
Now we are just learning how to use our legs and feet.
One day we hope to earn back our wings,
when Heaven decides it's our time to fly.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
