Ways Of The Wings

My wings rest, tucked neatly beneath my coat.

They represent unique thinking, seeing above and beyond, a mind that could shatter the weak like glass.

Looking down and out, upon all that is or could be.

My eyes shine down light, not wasted on the numb.

Questions are fairy tales, while the answers have finally created my reality.

I have no fear of the fall.

I will not hesitate to jump.

Flying among invisible forces, I have all the space ever needed.

With more space than time, I choose to keep this form.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I could strip the wings from my back, if I desired.

In this case, it's easier to lose than it is to obtain.

However... I cannot recall ever having the choice, to obtain or not to obtain.

I was gifted, willing or not.

Maybe with a "burden" that was given up on...

How sad that idea really is.

Once you've been tainted, the taste remains on your tongue from then, on.

My glass is filled to the brim...

My tongue will never wither.

Reviews

[FriendlyKittyCat]

I absolutely love this piece. It leaves the reader really thinking about the metaphors and meaning. It sounds like a lot of thought went into it. Thank you for sharing!

[Sami Khalil]

"My eyes shine down light, not wasted on the numb.
Questions are fairy tales, while the answers have finally created my reality.
I have no fear of the fall.
I will not hesitate to jump."
That is some good poetry...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Janna Nicole]

Thank you for taking the time to read it. :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...