Wings
Somtimes I get a little lonely
I have tiny little wings planted on my back
I flitter and flutter around the mountainside
I graze over grassy knolls and feel the gentle breeze.
Sometimes though...
Sometimes, my wings they sprout
Into giant feathered wings
I soar into the heavens, above so high
I twinkle into the stars, high five the moon
Sometimes I'm quiet, whisper into the wind
I tell my secrets so nobody knows
All the stories upon my heart
That nobody has seen
I fly and I read the world like braille
My fingertips know the stories
Of millons and millons of hearts
I know every detail and every vice.
Most times though, I just lay on the floor
With my angel wings holding me tight.
I whisper my wild desires, hope and faith
I fall asleep in my cocoon for the day.
In the night I walk and whispers things said to me
I hate you, you're ugly, you're stupid, no good.
I will hurt you again because nobody gives a damn.
But I fly again high above the earth.
I don't dare land, I'll never step foot on land again.
I breeze around the heaven like the angel that I am.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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