Angels With Wings

               I am normally a happy person who likes to enjoy the little things in life, but just like anyone else I get my low, dark days. When I’m feeling in the pits, I like to write and just let it all out. I always end up feeling better after I write.

                One such night when I was feeling especially down and very frustrated with my life, I started writing a poem.

               Now I have probably written like three poems within my 18 years, but somehow it came easily to me. It’s nothing that great, but out of the three poems I have written, I have to say it is the best one. So here it is:

Wings

I try so hard with all of my might,

Yet it seems to be a hopeless fight.

Every time I get up I immediately fall,

And feel I am up against an unmoving wall.

I feel as a bird that needs to fly,

But is locked in a cage and can only cry.

I feel as a fish, who cannot win,

Thrown upon the land, never to swim.

Sometimes I feel I am in this alone,

Just an extra little weed this life has sewn.

With no part in the world but to watch life float by,

I am flickering out among bright stars in the sky.

I cry silent tears only I can hear,

And wonder why alone this pain I must bear.

Then like the rays of the sun with beauty so rare,

Comes a reminder from heaven that Someone does care.

God cares for even the driest dry weed,

And we need only the faith of a mustard seed.

Just like God will never forsake someone as low as me,

Neither should I give up; I must simply believe.

For God has a plan not one of us know,

That will unfold before us, like a colorful show.

Each one has their ups and downs like the tide,

But God is with us, forever by our side.

And when I think my troubles are so very great,

I must remember: some have much worse on their plate.

I should count my blessings, for I know they are there,

And rejoice! For all I need is with me here.

So when troubles in life cause you to grieve,

Just cradle your head in your hands and breathe.

And trusting in God above all things,

One day we shall all be angels with wings.

Love, 

Linnaia