May Poem

 

Golden Wings

People think they know you… but they don’t. They don’t see what happens behind closed doors. This is the place of sorrow and hopelessness. People think they can see right into your soul… but they can’t. They don’t see the darkness that invades the soul, that eats you up inside till there is nothing left. People see us as good people… but inside we are fighting a battle that we feel cannot be won. Some show their golden wings as a prized possession. While we keep ours hidden so they don’t see the scars that we bear. The feathers that lay tattered and the ones lost but never to be forgotten. While others thrive and remain hopeful… we remain in the shadows. Fearing that if someone were to see our scars and our hollow souls, they would stray away…