And then, I died for the last time.

dreams.hopes.courage.life.

Wings.
They tore them apart
From me,
And buried them deep.
My wings.
I was missing
A piece of mine
I was lost.
And then, I died for the last time.
But the call,
My dreams
Hopes.
I raised a hand
To hold the sky.
Dreams
I tried to fly
Again-
And fell
I lost wings.
Fell
Broke my chin,
And then, I died for the last time.
Again.
But hope
Pulled me back
Moved me
Picked me
Threw me
High
Up
To the sky.
But wings
I lost wings.
But hope
I would not.

~I WILL FLY~

Though I fell
And then, I died for the last time.
Once again. . .

Reviews

[Collette]

There is something about the simplicity of this poem that I really dig. I especially like the ending...definitely throws the reader through a loop.
As far as favorite lines go, I liked this little part:
But hope
Pulled me back
Moved me
Picked me
Threw me
High
Up
To the sky.

I could really visualize this happening! Thanks for sharing a good write.

[Legion]

I would suggest flight insurance. :) I like the rise and fall of this. Good write.