I was born with wings white as snow,
As I got older they began to grow,
The wings broke through my skin,
I soared high over the seas of mortal sins.
My allies began to despise me,
They would pluck my feathers out in my sleep,
At least I could still fly for a little while,
But I fooled everyone with my heavenly smile.
Happiness never accompained me for long,
Whenever I made a mistake it was withdrawn,
The feathers that made up my wings fell out,
Hopelessness took its form and began to sprout.
The hateful lined up and fired bullets at my wings,
I tried to escape but the holes made me sink,
I slipped from the summit of the heavens and fell,
At the speed of sound I descended into hell.
I roamed these dark streets alone,
Recklessly venturing into the unknown,
The skelton of my wings was all that remained,
I could no longer fly away as hell kept me restrained.
Darkness stole the goodness out of my heart,
My whole world had fallen apart,
Sorrow had battered down my concrete walls,
Even when I could not walk I still crawled.
I met a prince who gave me the will to fly again,
He released me from the shackles that constricted with vain,
The feathers started to grow back,
Instead of being pure white they were coal black.
I was ready to ascend to the heavens,
I would not leave without his presence,
All the angels welcomed me into their territory,
They had given us a second chance to feel serenity.
I had my wings and partial happiness,
Occasionally plagued with moments of madness,
Though my heart was vulnerable and my wings wanted to hide,
I still found a way to fly and strive in life.
-c.m
