Underneath your skin, I can see your wings. See, I used to be held and cradled by the devil, but I found God. And upon pulling away from Satan's clutches my epidermis burned and sizzled slowly off. Ripped and torn my flesh was left. But through these scars, the brightest light shines. See, underneath my skin, you can slightly see my wings. And as me and God become closer, they grow bigger...and now, you can see my wings on the outside of my body. Spreading from my shoulder blades into other lives, bringing hope and inspiration with each flurry, flap, and flutter. And the thickness of my wings shows the strength in them. See, it's width that matters, and your hearts, are paper thin. But allow me to write upon your loose leaf heart and create these branches for you to go out on a limb. Plant my seeds in your loose leaf heart and it will grow into a tree. My words, my wings, will fill your heart, creating a blood pumping muscle the size of a Harry Potter book. Time in hell has stopped, but I flipped the hourglass and the ground became the sky in your world, so now, I watch you walk through heaven. I've seen this case before and I can see right through you. And i've done this to many people and seen different results, so call me insane but the only rawrshawk blotches I see, are feathered bones in your body. So I repeat, underneath your skin, I can see your wings.
This is a beautiful profound message. I love the line underneath your skin, I can see your wings. This gives me hope. This is one of the most beautiful poems about faith that I have ever read. You use imagery that other poems about this topic haven't. There is no judging for the person has come out of Hell to find their own faith. Motivating. Captivating. Truly spectacular. I pick this poem randomly and I an sure there is a reason why. Great job.
This is a beautiful profound message. I love the line underneath your skin, I can see your wings. This gives me hope. This is one of the most beautiful poems about faith that I have ever read. You use imagery that other poems about this topic haven't. There is no judging for the person has come out of Hell to find their own faith. Motivating. Captivating. Truly spectacular. I pick this poem randomly and I an sure there is a reason why. Great job.
Nicely written but i found something missing. Dont know what, maybe the flow....But the message was enlightening.
"My words, my wings, will fill your heart,
creating a blood pumping muscle the size of a Harry
Potter book. " hahaha...nice simile