“Why can I no longer fly?”
The question I would always ask;
“My wings are torn and broken”,
I would convince myself.
But it was a lie.
A lie born of failure,
failure of confidence,
a crisis in self-faith.
For if I could fly,
then I could see clearly,
with a twisted, broken thought:
that was the last thing I wanted.
By subconscious choice
I became Earth-bound,
never again would I feel joy,
the joy of the winds billowing through my hair.
Wilted and self-diminished,
painting myself black,
I allowed the demon to kill the angel
and demon I surely became.
In folly I forgot,
that the demon is just an angel
with a different purpose
and they also, can fly.
Thus I embarked
to fight the demon,
to tear from him HIS wings
so that I may wallow in despair.
Just when my victory,
my final sweet swan song was in sight,
the demon, he took me
and in an instant, I was set free.
How I soared again!
In rapture, the demon and angel became one,
bathing in the birth of the new morning’s sunrise.
all blackness was cast aside.
Now wings unfurled,
graceful and huge, spreading from horizon to horizon,
like the glorious day that the sun first rose in the East
and filled the souls of all with wonder.
I forever race now, race upon the wind,
the joy of the winds billowing in my hair,
seeing clearly enough to know all.
I no longer shrink in fear.
Turn your eyes to the sky, my friends
and you will see that which was stone
has finally become flesh,
the angel and demon united as one.
On golden wings you can see me there,
radiant and free from doubt,
raise your head and shield your eyes
and you will see me, forever dancing in the sunlight.
Author notes
Contest Stone Angels: Option 5 Angels Wings (and also Option 4 Angels in disguise)
Not much to say about this one, other than it is describing an on-going thought process.
In a list
A contest entry
- Shot Down Angel by Dead Hair.
450 points, ended July 28, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - All Your Poems Are Belong To Me by Samantha Amergirdol.
1000 points, ended September 6, 2007, 106 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very nice. Oh congrats on the honorable mention trophy... this was just divine. I thought the amount of detail you added to this piece was splendid! Thank you for entering and good luck.
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Thank you. I tried as much as possible to touch on some personal stuff with this without making it openly obvious.
(Sorry for the delay in reply)
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i hear echoes....
sweet mother of pearl!
this was a unique piece and definately something i enjoyed stumbling across. Thanks for sharing and best wishes to you in the contest
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Thank you. An echo? where, where, where....? lol
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I love how the demon and the angel become one at the end, as if you are at peace with your inner self. Lovely write, the imagery greatly appeals to the senses and the mind.
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Thank you. That's what I was really aiming for, both sides becoming one, positive and negative finding balance, instead of constantly swinging between both extremes.
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Hmmm....
I really do like this. It's nice and it was a fun read. That was amazing!! You always manage to keep me enthralled with your pieces. Good job! -
FINALLY!
Yes! I knew you'd fly again, Demon Son!
Remember to dive down to the depths as well, that way you see from all persceptives.
Excellent work. I can relate to the feeling of first flight after a long time of treading terra firma. Being a bi-ped bound to the Earth is quite boring when you've flown the hieghts and swam the depths.
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Thank you both. Yeah, I was getting nudged, as it were, challenged to write three pieces yesterday, this, Floods and another one called The Shroud, which I haven't even started yet, its boiling away on the back burner.
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