Wings

Breaking a wing must be painful
It’s probably the cruelest way to kill a winged animal.
Crush their wings and watch them unwillingly tethered.
They will likely die from heartbreak and not the pain from losing a part.
They will die because their heart is smothered by despair
They will die because they cannot be themselves,
Because they that is them does not exist anymore.
They die because their heart is smothered by despair,
They will die because rebirth is difficult to accomplish;
Because to be reborn is to put oneself to sleep and not cross the line between sleep and death
They will die because one wing is almost never enough.
So, guard your wings; guard the thing that keeps you in flight,
The thing that keeps you grounded and yet lets you drift away.
Because people die from broken wings too.



  • This is amazing!!!!

    • Thank you babyyy!! ❤️❤️

  • I love the concept of this poem. the last few lines are gold!

    • Thank you! ❤️?

  • Wow. I could actually feel the emotion oozing out. Really cool poem.