Broken Wings

I am an angel with broken wings

Once I basked in the rays of the sun of prayer

Flew on the wings of faith

And flourished on the words of "God"

But then the clouds covered my sun

The words no longer could satisfy me

My fragile wings snapped

I held out my hand and begged

I asked for "God" to catch me

I didn't want to fall

I was cold and hungry

But "God" wasn't there

I prayed and wept but my wings wouldn't heal

I hit the ground of atheism with a thud

I tried to hide from them,

Even though they had broken wings like me

Finally I accepted it and the clouds cleared

Now I saw what I thought was the sun

It was just an artificial light

My wings weren't really broken,

And the words I lived on were lies

Then my wings began to heal,

But they were different than before,

They were stronger and gray

I loved them even more

I soared once again with clear eyes

Gone were the chains I never saw

The light of truth warmed me

And the words my own beliefs nourished me

No, I no longer kneel and pray

I am free now

I ask you not to take the plunge

Just to look closely at your wings

If they are strong, rejoice

You have found your truth

For my chains is what another considers freedom

Odd little poem, it's something that just popped into my head while I was studying. Please review maturely.