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Guilty Wings


(poems go here) I walked through the sparse forest, dying trees littered about. I could feel the tearing on my flesh, Skin struggling against the opening. Grey feathers burst out, giving way to the burden of wings that I saw were coming Destiny awaited me, and my past pursued I stumbled through the dim arena, yet blinded by the moonlight A lost bird with broken wings, I walked on Unsure of where the path would guide me, or where I would end But these wings kept pushing, and I kept moving I could feel the magnetic pull Did not know where it would lead But fear held no place in my heart, Making space of self-grace Why I was running, I did not know These devilish wings weighed me down Hoping to fly without contempt Seemed like impossibility, so deep Slippery feet only got me so far Wet ground made me fall too deep With broken gravel, into a deep abyss I went No branch or rope or hand would let me grasp So alone, at long last and much needed Plunging deeper into the unknown These wings unexpectedly gained strength With the bottom reaching nearer An angel took flight and vanished into the sky.
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savigirl14
<p>Wow</p>

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