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My Wings , they are me

By Sheila Woolum All Rights Reserved ©

Other / Poetry

My Wings , they are me.

My Wings , they are me.

Release me , release me , as though there were nothing left in my heart or my home, release my heart from this torture of Punishment , release me ,

do you not have a heart, release me , release me from this prison of torment, give me my life back , help me find the prison of love , and help me find the prison of time, help me find my home within the shadows of love and help me have my home back, help me love to the highest form, release me .

and in the shadows of the night when the heart feels as though demons crawl beneath the skin upon the chest walls of my soul for be it lord unto my own abyss of my own torment how can I give my own self breath, forgive me lord for I am weak, I am a shadow only the unknown follows me , I am weak , I am weak . I am me for all that knows me , I am me , I wish to breathe as the birds fall in the air I am me , I wish to live as the dragons fell from heaven , I am me .. I wish to be all that I can be as though the loneliness will drown out my soul, I am me , and nothing in the night will harm me anymore I am me, and nothing will punish me anymore ,I am me .

I will live as though the dove has a choice, I will live as though my heart soars upon its own wings, and I feel the wings change in the wind upon my back , when I walk alone sometimes I feel the wings in my skin form as blades come across the shoulders and then they form into a light of the abyss of the lights and shadows they are wings that form across my back, they sing a song that only I can hear they are the wings of the storms, they are without their own seasons they are shadows for my protection when the storms come to take my breath, and although I fight to take them back , they allow me to soar in the fight that no one can see, and though I walk and take them down they still form upon the back, the wings of my shadows, the wings of my blades, the wings of my shadows,

they are my walks, they are my prisons , they are my freedom to the unknown they take their own flights, they climb the battle grounds for me , they give me strength for my knees when they give out , they give me a home when I am within the storms , they are my eyes when I am blind, they are my mind when I am free, they are my tears when I have none, they are me, they can fly , they can be , they come when I least expect it , I can see them in my Mind, they fly , they give way to my own fears and then they can be the wings that take me to the next place in my world, they are me.

They are the Wings of the Shadow grounds, they are me , they are blades that cut through others that see the truth and lies that wait for me in the dark, they wait to steal my life, take my breath and steal my hope they are me , she had a song , and the song played for her soul only , the song that gave her hope had eyes, they where within her home, how can one be other than the life it has had , the life that gave her hope ,

My Wings, they are me.

Sheila Woolum (C) 2015


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