Wings Of A Wounded Heart. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

'Wings of a Wounded Heart'

I wanted to marry the love of my life—
but what I found was an illusion,
a contradiction of everything love was meant to be.
She adored the fruit I bore in bloom,
but turned away from the roots that bled in silence.

The sweetness in me?
Gone.
Like galaxies drifting further from my reach,
leaving behind a sky too vast, too silent.

I kept searching—
for the missing piece,
the pulse that once danced beneath my ribs.
But joy became a needle lost in a haystack of ache,
and happiness?
A stranger passing in the fog.

So under the stars, I made a vow:
Never again.
Never again will I lay my heart and soul
in the trembling hands of someone
who cannot feel its weight.

It's time.
Time to spread these tired wings,
to ride the winds not of escape—
but of discovery.
To chase not people,
but peace.

To find that one place
I can finally call home—
and a heart that finally,
finally
calls me its own.