White Wings

I loved you because you gave me wings.

But then I saw they were dirty

and broken.

Gray broken dirty wings.

I thought we were flying.

I believed you. Believed your lies.

Soon I realized we were just falling, slowly.

So, I tore them off, in midflight.

It hurt and I cried, but they were leading me to my death.

A gliding free fall into agony.

So I bled and cringed as I broke them. Feather after feather.

And I shivered as I treated my wounds.

Amazingly, new ones started to grow.

I didn't need your wings!

I had wings of my own!

Strong, majestic,

Beautiful,

And glowing white.

Wings bigger than I've ever imagined.

And they're taking me higher than your eyes could ever see.

So, to you the liar, I say,

thank you for making me fall.

For without falling, I would have never realized,

I could fly.