You had wings to carry yourself faraway
So you didn't have to face an ugly tomorrow
After living a bitter today.
You can't fly on forever
Without stopping.
You would be foolish enough to try.
You would certainly be doomed to die.
Though try you did,
A good load that did.
Now the beasts below
Have claimed you.
How they have maimed you.
On you will bleed,
For the sword shoved straight through,
Has always been a burden
But you carry it still.
Even though it kills you,
You will carry it still.
What're you trying to prove?
That you are above pain?
No, you only wish you were.
I wish I was too.
Truthfully, we all do.
But heart,
Dearest heart, with the tired wings,
To keep on going is fool's play.
But to stop and give up,
Is far worse.
Even as you bleed,
You can get what you need,
To get by,
To live on,
To the higher skies,
Where you may finally
Rest your broken wings.
Author's Note:
The first edition had a poem "Ill-Reflection" between this one and the former which I cannot post on Wattpad because the formatting doesn't work with this platform.
This particular poem is also about a doodle I especially liked to draw in high school. I invented a backstory for the poor thing which is in this poem. Yes, I was pretty severely depressed when I was 15 or 16 years old, which would have been when I wrote this poem and many of the others in this section.
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
