Wingless Poem by Chelsea Pieterse

i
like him
have fallen
but he
is not like me
i
like him
am wingless
but his
have been clipped
by God
i ripped mine off
and God reached down
to give me his hand
but he
grabbed my ankle
and i slipped away
faithless.
i feel him seeping
into my soul
Godless.
but i carry the cross
wherever i go
i want
my childhood wings
stitched together
with innocence
and
blind faith
give me your hand to reach for
i want to fly
with you
again