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Oct 2015
Wings.
I was supposed to have wings?
If I was then I probably have a problem.
Because I don't have them.
I never did.
Can I still be called an angel?
A fallen angel.
That's the name I received for not having wings.
Wings.
I wanted to have them.
Tell me,
How does it feel to fly?
Without pain?
Without problems?
Without tears?
Without scars?
Without a broken heart?
I want to know,
Because that's all the things my mom felt.
I was born like this because of her.
Without wings.
She broke her wings before I was born.
She suffered so much.
But she just wanted to prevent me of suffering like her.
Well,
I'm sorry mom.
But you failed.
Without wings I'm even worst than you were.
English version
Sara Leal
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Sara Leal  25/F/Portugal
(25/F/Portugal)   
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