Wings, they help birds fly
As well as the imagination.
We dream of nights in a starry sky
And the feeling of wind on our skin.
It's the feeling of freedom,
like an untamed wilderness.
It tastes like adventure and
Peril all in one.
Will you fall to reality?
To hell?
Our wings help us fly,
But also to fall.
And we strike the ground
With a resounding clap
Like thunder in distant skies
Storms sensed on the horizon.
But the untamed feeling is worth it
The best feeling in heaven or hell,
When you feel the cold rain
Seep through your skin and into your soul.
Living with no safety net.
For no one but yourself
And the wings on your back.
It's our ticket to freedom,
To the cliff.
Like having wings,
Adulthood is scary and uncertain.
But very rewarding and liberating.
A life is best lived
On the edge of a cliff.
So live with wings
And always
Fly again.
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My Poems
PoetryThese are some of my poems that I have written and finally decided to put up and ones that I have recently written and put up. They are personal, so think what you like, but don't judge me, you don't know my story. My emotions and me are in these po...
