Wings

This is a poem that is about an angel trying to fly for the first time. it represents my graduation from middle school and going to high school for the first time.

Watch as my feathers grow

Hear stories of my potential

To reach all of my goals

To go higher than ever before

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I’m finding myself unsure

If I’ll be able to soar

With my angel wings tied on my back

Will they fall off? Will they stay intact?

What if fly

Into the sky

And instead of flying

I land on the earth

I land in a field

Laying down in the green

Closing my eyes

Hoping that is a dream

Thinking of how I will have to

Face the music

The slow, droning type that

They play at funerals

Open my eyes

Realize I was asleep

I can still try

To spread my angel wings

Stepping onto the cloud

Looking down onto the earth

It’s so green and lush down there

Will I soon be among it?

Check on my back

And see that they�re there

My angel’s wings

Haven’t left me yet

I decide to try

To try to fly

Into the sky

I decide to fly

Sun beating down

On the wings on my back

No wax is melting

My face can relax

A smile slowly begins

To appear on my face

The wind in my hair

The feeling of peace

My wings and I

Me and my wings

We will soar to the skies

My wings and I

This poem was written/submitted by Juliet.