My Wings

“They took my wings away. They took it off my spine and sent me here.” [….click to read the full post]

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They took my wings away.
They took it off my spine and sent me here.
They were afraid that I would break the rules.
That I will fly in front of the mortals.
And then everyone would know!
Everyone would know that beings like us are real.
They were afraid of my impulse.

They despised my heaven filled soul — that could even see goodness in demons.

They were afraid of the depths of my mind — that could reach even the darkness in the Gods.

I was one of their different kind.
My feathers would turn black from white, and white from black in no time.
Faith would rush through my soul and fill my every star dust.
My prayers to our lord, would echo through the million skies.
Passion would flow through my veins.
And the thumping of my heart would deafen their ears.
I was Yin and Yang.
I was a devil and an angel.
I was their darkness and their light at the same time.
So they snatched my wings away and dropped me down.
And here I am free falling.
Still trying to make myself ready for the hit on my body and heart.

I am scared.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal Feb 18, 2019 | 06:05 AM
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved

I am Everything

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I am sweet and sour,
I am wild and serene.
I am the wings of the birds,
I am the roots of the trees.

I am the carnations and the petunias adorning your garden,
I am the wild flowers in the forest growing near a hot spring.

I am the thorns of the roses,
I am the lotus growing among the weeds.

I am the high priestess in the sun temple showering her blessings,
I am the witch performing incantation in the middle of a forest clearing.

I am an open book in the library,
I am a diary full of secrets, locked up and no keys.

I am the sadness, emptiness, desperation and blank space,
I am the ecstasy, happiness and stirring music.

I am the wisdom of old age,
I am the innocence of a baby.

I am the pure love of a mother, cradling her child,
I am the amorous passion of lovers embracing.

I am a delicate flower,
I am a warrior princess.
I am fragile and endearing,
I am a fierce tigress.

I am black and white,
I am every color that exist.
I am angel and devil,
I am good and bad and everything in between

I am the placid water in the lake,
I am a tempest in the middle of the ocean.

I am sweet and sour,
I am wild and serene.
I am the wings of the birds,
I am the roots of the trees.

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