poems- just my feelings

Poem 2

-wings of the broken-

Wings?

My wings are broken

And ripped from me.

I am growing new ones

And feelings?

I thought I had none?

It seems everyone sees it that way

But I do and they are enraged

But it's all okay

Because one day

I will realize I help

I help everyone

My methods are unorthodox

But it all heals within time

Like a wound

It bleeds but clots after a while