So I know it’s been a while since I posted but for the past few days, I didn’t know what to write about. I have to thank my mom for the inspiration for this next poem because she gave me the idea to write a poem about wings. This poem is slightly different from other poems I have written because I put some dialogue in it. I hope you guys enjoy it!
One look at the wings and she tells me
“They are too fragile to fly
I’m not silly enough to try
To reach the skies.
On these broken wings
No one will reach new highs
I will choose these
Which will allow me to thrive”
And so, from the pile
She finds a new set of wings.
She says, “These will allow me to fly for a while.”
The wings are smooth without folds
Shining in brilliant hues of gold
Glinting in the rays of the sun
She says “this contest I have won
With these new wings I will have fun
Those broken ones
Won’t get you anywhere
No matter how much you run”
With a smile, I started to reply
“Broken wings
Are beautiful things
They will help me through life
And all it brings
These will carry me
From fall to spring.”
“They are beaten and broken
That those wings don’t have a chance
Doesn’t need to be spoken
They won’t help you advance”
“Try me,” I said
“We’ll see who will get higher
Whose wings will first tire.
Your wings have never taken flight
But mine know how to fight.”
Her wings she dons
She tells me, “Oh, you’re on!”
“Don’t fly too close to the sun,” I said
“Or you will end up like Icarus instead”
“Nonsense. My wings will not melt and burn
And I will not fail and fall
I will fly straight ahead.
Your wings are the ones that will bend”
“Then try. Try to fly higher than I.”
Without another word, she takes a leap
I look down, the cliff is steep
In the air, she begins to fall
“Watch out!” I begin to call
Her wings cannot fly
They have never seen such heights
Her wings have not learned how to glide
But I have wings that know how-mine
I jump into the air and begin to soar
The wind around me begins to roar
But these beautiful wings
With all their experience
Know resilience
As she falls
I fly
These broken wings
Allow me to take to the skies
No matter how hard she tries
Only my wings will be able to fly
I catch her
She manages to cling
On my beautiful, broken wings
“Alright,” she says I think you win,”
I look down, her face is grim.
“Only fragile wings can fly
Only broken wings can take us high.”
“Why?”
“Because from countless falls
After all the times they crawled
They have learned
That the right to fly is earned
A million times, these wings tried
For countless hours, they have cried
These wings I wear with pride
For they carry both of us, pain aside
These wings of mine
Though they are broken
Still know how to fly high in the skies”
