Wounds with wings

“Wounds with Wings” is a short, emotional poem about finding beauty in pain and strength in struggle. It shows how even sorrow can lead to light.

“Wounds with Wings”


I’ve held hands with silence in the middle of storms,
Learned that pain has a voice when the world feels warm.
Not all scars bleed �" some simply hum,
A quiet reminder of what we’ve become.

Life doesn’t ask, it simply arrives,
With broken clocks and blooming skies.
And somehow, in the ache, I see �"
Even sorrow sings sweet poetry.

So I walk, not to escape the rain,
But to dance with it, and rename my pain.
For even cracked hearts hold golden light �"
They just learn to shine through longer nights.

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

I like the rhyming in this, the rhyming words used do not feel forced and they feel related as well as being rhyming: arrives skies, I imagined clouds arriving,

One bit which felt odd is : holding hands with silence in the middle of storms and how does the world feel warm when its stormy?

not all scars bleed, some only hum is interesting

Sorrow always sings sweet poetry, most of the comedy that we see or enjoy is rooted in someone elses pain, its a classic contradiction,

overall, I like the related wordings used for rhyming in this one. thank you for sharing this

[Ayesha Faiz]

Thank you so much for reading it so thoughtfully. I really appreciate you noticing the rhyming and how the words felt connected. That means a lot. You're right about the line with the storm and silence, I’ll definitely think more on that. Thanks again for sharing your thoughts, it genuinely made me happy!

[A.H.]

this is a beautiful piece of a write. the way you express, the pain, the scars, the life and the way you shape and rename pain. There is positivity in it that struck me and gives someone all hope to come out stronger through a crisis. finding beauty in pain, takes strength. All 3 stanzas are powerfully expressed and flow effortlessly. These lines are so apt, and resonate so much, so true.
"Life doesn’t ask, it simply arrives,
With broken clocks and blooming skies.
And somehow, in the ache, I see �"
Even sorrow sings sweet poetry."

Thanks for writing and sharing this, Ayesha.

[Ayesha Faiz]

Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words. It truly means a lot to know the poem resonated with you in such a deep and hopeful way. Finding meaning in pain is never easy, true. Responses like yours remind me why I write.
Warmly,
Ayesha.

[Kady R.]

Ayesha this poem is soooo encouraging!! "So, I walk not to escape the rain, but to dance wigh it" and its so true looking at pain in such s positive light is sooo encouraging!! Thanks for sharing

[Ayesha Faiz]

Thank you sooo much!! 🌺 That means the world to me! I'm so happy it resonated with you—turning pain into something beautiful is what it's all about. 💖✨