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.
