The Angel with Cracked Wings
Jeffrey P. Freeman
Aug 5, 2012
2 min read
TL;DR A poem about finding true sight in darkness, embracing wounded wings, and rising toward the sun. Light pierces through wind torn holes. My eyes ache adjusting to the light. Shapes and figures barely formed. A sweet scent calls me forward. But I know nothing of the day; like a blind man, seeking the sight he once knew. But it is not in the light one finds sight. It is in the darkness.
A poem about finding true sight in darkness, embracing wounded wings, and rising toward the sun.
Light pierces through wind torn holes.
My eyes ache adjusting to the light.
Shapes and figures barely formed.
A sweet scent calls me forward.
But I know nothing of the day;
like a blind man,
seeking the sight he once knew.
But it is not in the light one finds sight.
It is in the darkness.
Here the sightless have sight.
Those who see are lost.
In this place beauty is more than a word,
more than a thing to look upon.
It is the essence of our soul.
Our own personal angel.
Rise then!
Lift yourself up!
To the clouds where angels sing.
Embrace your wind torn wings and soar once more.
For only with a heavy heart shall you be bound to the dirt.
Fly ever higher towards the sun.
Embrace its life giving warmth;
and in this place,
your happiness,
your heart,
your love,
will know no bounds.
2nd poem I've written recently. Took me just a few minutes to write but I think its one of my best poems. It was inspired by Amanda.
check_circleKey takeaways
- True sight is found in darkness, not in blinding light
- Wounded wings can still carry us if we embrace them
- Happiness, heart, and love know no bounds when we rise
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