My Wings

Image credit: Kanea

Image credit: Kanea

My wings are not those
Of an angel
Not light
No feathers of white
Caress my back
Instead they are steel
And claw and bone
The wings of a dragon
Flying alone

My wings are not pure
Falling from heaven
Like a star
No hymns to my coming
Will fill the sky
Instead there’s the rush
Of the wind far beneath me
As I fly to the moon
All alone

(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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7 Responses to My Wings

  1. And such are the wings that will make you go on. For long. There’s only harm being angelic in this world. The pure gets spoiled too soon.
    Nicely penned. πŸ™‚

  2. Reminded me of the movie The Swan, really enjoyed Helen.

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