Wings Of Silk

You gave me wings of gossamer silk and expected me to fly. And fly I tried. Entranced by the myriad of colours and delicate threads, I felt. I fell into an abyss of anguish and pain. My wings too light, too small, too feeble... And eagerly I spread them and rapidly I failed.

You gave me a fool's strength, a fool's mission, a fool's fate. Straight down down down I fell. And my pretty, gauzy, useless wings did nothing to break my fall... Fragmented in to a thousand tiny little pieces with bits of silk and salty tears, here I lay fallen.

You gave me wings of gossamer silk and expected me to fly and fly I tried. I felt. I fell. I failed.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. What did you feel when you read it? And what is your interpretation. Thanks for reading :)

Reviews

[Lost]

Love this :) I felt captivated by the flowy, smooth imagery you developed throughout the piece. I interpreted this to be about betrayal. Super rad symbolism in this piece. I took the wings to be a symbol for the the pretty lies and images somebody fed to the speaker of the poem. When the speaker believed the lies and saw the image created for them, they crashed into the realization that it wasn't genuine or real, and the lies (the wings) were torn apart and revealed for their false nature. Delighted as always to see your writing pop up on my feed. Thanks for sharing! :)

[Anaisa]

Everytime I see your reviews it brings a smile to my face because I already know I'm going to enjoy your insight and interpretations. And this time was no different. Thank you so much for your kind words as always :)

[Lost]

Of course! :)