Dramione Smut-Book

Wings

Hello! I know it's been forever since I've updated and I know you are expecting an actual chapter. But I wrote a poem that I created myself and I want you to read it. It has nothing to do with Harry Potter or Dramione. It's actually supposed to be a depressing writing prompt that I made into a light poem. I hope it will help you in a time of need and struggle. Thank you for reading my stories and hopefully this poem.

Name of poem: wings

Poem:

The wind was blowing in from the window

It was the early afternoon and you could see my shadow

Everyone is waiting below me

They all want to see

I have wings like an angel

But I borrowed them

They're not mine

My guardian angel wanted me to know what it felt like to fly

My guardian angel wanted me to know what it would mean if I said goodbye

They wanted me to know what it would be like to not be able to fly

And I wanted to cry

The wings on my back were beautiful and white

I was ready to take flight

Everyone was cheering me on

I stepped up right outside the window

I flutter my wings

I no longer feel like a human being

I feel like an angel

A person who was almost unstoppable

I no longer felt unloved

Because God had wrapped me in his arms

I finally jumped out of that window, but not with the intentions to die

All I wanted to do was fly

And it was great

My wings cut the air like butter

My inconveniences which were screaming have come to a quiet mutter

I smile down at the people below

And let my body follow the flow

I am not dead

It was all a dream

It was a lesson

They wanted me to know what I would be missing out on

I want to fly

I don't want to fall

I want to rise up

Not to regress

I'm going to fly

I'm going to take flight

I'm not going to let myself go down

Not without a fight.

—Thebluefantom—