Our Wings

A poem mirroring the reality of what some may call "the coorperate ladder" and what so many do to reach the top.

Through wits and pride some of us gain our wings,
We tamper with truth and cross a few lines,
Checking our back and stabbing others,
Merely to gain our wings,
Wings of wealth and respect,
Wings of power and stability,

 

But it does not matter what the wings are of,
It matters what they are made from,
Made from treachery and lies,
From people's pain and numerous knives,
there is no stability in the rockiness of selfishness,
Nor respect in the coldness of apathy,

 

We take what we want and throw out the rest,
Because surely we are all the world needs,
But as we fly with the wings our actions have given us,
We can truly only find out one thing,
That even though they carried us high for a little while,
Our hearts of stone are too heavy for even the strongest wings.
 

Reviews

[Kelley]

This was a great poem Alexa! What do you mean you have no training in writing??? Your a writer and you make your own rules......smiles This was perfect and its going into my fav's! Its one of the better poem I have read in a long time and I loved the ending lines.......

"That even though they carried us high for a little while,
Our hearts of stone are too heavy for even the strongest wings."

Now I hope my wings carry me write a poem this morning.......smiles
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Pakino]

Amazing. Really nicely done. Like how you used wings to represent wealth and pride.

I agree with you on everything that you mentioned.

:)

[Legion]

So true. That last line I would suggest possibly changing "too much" to "too heavy" for better emphasis. A well done piece. Great message as well.