My Kaleidoscope

Wings

In life, often you get addicted to something and then begins the problem. Here, I've used wings as a metaphor and problems have been personified. I'm sure most of you, the readers, will be able to relate to it.
Without further ado, here it is:

I had made myself a pair of wings
Sure they weren't the envy of Kings

Off colour and mundane but truly mine
It didn't matter even if they didn't shine

But you had to come and paint them bright
Make them beautiful but unable to fight

Sure the wings were a job of pure elegance
But went for a toss- my mind, my resilience

I had never imagined things would go so sore
The beautifier of wings would strike at it's core

Without my wings, here I lay on the ground
There are only two options as I look around

Cry and wait for my wings to be returned
Wait- who am I fooling? No one is concerned

Or grow myself another stronger pair
Equally beautiful and yet ironclad

No longer naive-I know how to fill colours too
Red and violet, purple, green and blue

Never again shall a soul touch my feathers
Without first facing steel and leather

You might say I'm being a bit harsh, but
I've pledged to never come back in this marsh

And as far as you're concerned, please don't apologise
You have only helped me in becoming more wise

The only thing you ever took was my wings
I'll grow them back, but you're the one who has lost out on a lot of other things.

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