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Journey


I used to never understand what I was doing here A bird in a cage An angel with no wings That was me, a prisoner within her own mind I sat and I wondered Could I break off the chains? Could I wipe off the stains? I used to never understand why I was so different Did they walk on clouds while I tread on thorns? Have they fallen as I fell? Again, and yet again, I fell And every time I wanted to scream and yell I was silent, always silent There is a place in my dreams where sadness and pride Happiness and peace Can exist side-by-side Can I achieve that, this dream? Be content while sad? Forgiving while mad? Frustrated yet glad? You showed me I could, opened the doors And though my wings were broken, my hands were bound I started out on that journey, one painful step at a time I marched over broken glass, stumbled through obstacles And I fell several more times again But there you were to keep guiding me through It was then I realized, then I knew That I didn’t want to throw off the chains I didn’t want to wipe off the stains They were a part of me, a memory Of the journey I’ve been taking And they’ve also made me stronger For the journey I’m still making You changed my heart completely Made me strong, wise, and true More compassionate and selfless Someone… more like you At times a certain memory will bring suffering and pain And my wings will still be cracked; my heart will still be stained But now I’m complete – a flawed being with a purpose My crack wings still fly, my loving heart is set free This is who I am, who I always want to be
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jwiener
This is such a beautiful poem, with so many powerful images! I especially like the message you send about our flaws and scars making us who we are, and instead of trying to change ourselves, we should take those faults and make ourselves stronger. You are a great writer, and if you would like some ideas about writing all different types of poems, check out "poetry writing tips" under the "resources" section!

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