when I landed in hell
the devil pulled apart my wings
restricting me of my only freedom
but every now and then
I'll survive whatever he throws at me
and in those moments
my wings start to form again
my skin no longer burns
when the world is on fire
and my eyes don't imitate waterfalls
when sorrow swims through them
but right when I take that leap of faith
and put my life in the folds of my wings
my body surrenders
to the addictive feeling
of failure
sometimes we stop ourselves
from taking flight because
we are so used to this feeling
that we think it's all we deserve
but no matter how hard I try
even my wings couldn't carry
me out of this place
truth is
we never really leave hell
we just get used to it
-ken m
YOU ARE READING
my own god
Poetry"when your soul leaves your body write my name in the stars so I know you're out there waiting for me" pretty words that need their sanctuary 6/21/19
