Wings

A Poem by Tenten

A gift from the spirits

A promise for the future

This morning they gave me back my wings

Let the healing begin

Starting from scratch they grow anew

Over the scars of burning sin

They wash away the shame

From the time back then

This is my gift

These wings anew, a chance to sore

A promise to change

From the damaged child held so close

Within the confines of my soul

A gift from the spirits

My wings are back

This lifetime didn't break me

Not now, not yet, I'll be strong

This weak person that I am

© 2008 Tenten

Author's Note

Cp. 9:36PM Sat 05/24/08 'Track1 & Hypocrisy' Lost Prophets its our birthday, a little lonely, seraching for strength, just words going, unsure bymyself (Typed, House)

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Added on September 23, 2008

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Tenten

Alamosa, CO

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I know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..