I Do Not Have Angel Wings by Clover G
- Eidolon Magazine
- May 6
- 2 min read
Everyone else has wings as white as freshly powdered snow
That shine and shimmer to show their purity whenever they come near
But mine are not like that
My wings are the color of the Earth
With green and pink scattered amongst the dirt
They show so many scars
That will never truly heal
But I guess I’ll never truly change
If we don’t begin at the start
When they realized that my wings were different
And more like mud than clouds
They chose to cover them in bleach that made them rot
And just for safe measure
Made me be friends with only the purest of feather
But they knew I wasn’t like them
And decided to make me hurt
They let me stay their friend
But never truly let me in
They knew all of my secrets
But I knew none of theirs
They made me cover my wings in more white
Whenever my color drew near
And when that stopped working out for them
They decided to rip out my wings instead
Slowly, slowly
One feather at a time
They plucked out my feathers
And the life entwined
And when my wings fell off
It was my fault, not theirs
Because they said that I simply ripped them off
So I lived without my wings
And without any life in me
Days and years passed
Without any hope
That one day I’d regain my soul
And that day did come
When some people truly cared
They actually looked to me as the one who needed support
And though it will take lots of time
Maybe my wings will grow back
And even though every time I see a brown feather
I start to relapse and try to cover them up
But one day I’ll be better
And maybe I’ll truly heal
And embrace those
Without angel wings that don’t need to be concealed