Wax Wings
Reach out.
Touch them.
They were my wings.
The ones that carried me to my dreams.
When looking at myself
I don't see me.
No, I see a former reflection
Of what I was.
My wings were hope.
Hope that I could see
That smile again.
Hope.
But my wings failed-
I failed.
But what we did wasn't wrong-
We were the ones that were wrong.
We hoped to create
Something we'd risk our lives for
Out of things
That had no value in comparison.
There was nothing
With such a high value
That was our mom's life.
That was why we failed.
These wings
Were once proud.
They were beautiful.
But we tainted them.
We tried to fly to the sun-
To God.
But the wings melted,
and so we fell.
Now they are just broken fragments
Of hopes we once had.
They are a constant reminder
Of what we once did.
Reach out.
Touch them.
They are my wings.
The ones that once carried me to my broken dreams.
A/N:
From Ed's POV, obviously. ;D
I really have a thing for free-hand poetry, and so when thinking about FMA (What else?), I started to think of what his wings symbolize, and eventually shaped it into this. R&R please :3
Rei
