Tattered Wings
poem by:
D'Vina Dietrich
Written
on Oct 24, 2017
Tucked away in her chrysalis She was safe and sound Blossoming and growing Excitement to meet the world She cracked it open and bursted out Thunder sounded and lightning struck Rain poured down on her She wanted to fly so badly Yet she plummeted to the ground She soon felt regret The cold ground her only comfort She began to drown She never pictured it like this She imagined soaring high and kissing the clouds. The storm stole her dreams. How would she ever fly With tattered wings?
Tags: Sad, Metaphor, Depressing, Scary, Pain, Dark, Imagery, Fear, Deep,
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Taha Hassan commented on Oct 24, 2017 at 11:45am
Sad but true on so many levels.
Though, to answer the question presented in the last two stanzas, I'd say yes. We fall, we rise. We're sad, we're happy. Every down has an up. Every Fall has a rise. Believe it or not. She will fly, with difficulty, but she will.
Christopher Russon
commented on Oct 24, 2017 at 4:01pm
Wow this this poem is good.it could represent many things in our life
Some people never reach there goalies and often left behind.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 24, 2017 at 6:10pm
Love this poem D'Vina....I'm sure this little moth?....dried out and flew away...
Cecilia Crasto
commented on Oct 24, 2017 at 10:21pm
We too were once cocooned in the womb, but we had to be born and face the reality of life, and somehow even with tattered wings we manage to survive~brilliant.
Janet Vick
commented on Nov 18, 2017 at 11:33am
An interesting read. Life poses many trials where we rise and fall but we keep on trying until we get where we want to be or we re-evaluate and move on. Janet
