These Broken Wings Poem by Kriss Bailey

How I soar,
On broken wings of black and white,
Black, white and red,
Twisted by hatred,
Opened by love,
O how I float on broken wings.
The land scattered by green,
Splattered by red,
But my wings carry me
These broken wings of mine,

Let me reach,
Reach upon high,
Stretching for that sky,
Lusting for the clouded grave.
Carry me there,
O wings of black and white,
Carry me, carry me,
Higher and higher,
But only to let me fall,
The ground, my new grave.

Just dream, dream and they spread.
My wings, open with dreams.
But the world, not forgiving,
Grabbing, dragging, pulling, screaming,
Just holding me, clutching, cradling.
My wings now bound,
My world now closed,
Let me soar again,
O wings of blank and white,
Open again; let me fly one last time.