THE SILVER WINGS
I fell from the strands of cheating pathways
With a pain hammering my nerves sideways.
I strived to escape this crippling trend
Just to gaze the breath of raging miles.
Just then came two loving angels
Rising against the black shadow of reality;
Saving my core from the rapids of immorality;
Dealing with ages just to handle a constant identity.
By these, I strode at the green clouds of happiness,
Thinking of every moment as a safe haven;
Facing every crowd with concrete definition.
As a youth, I am safe within the warmth of their embrace
Sealed with the breeze of their guidance.
Through all the torments and misconceptions that I would face,
I knew that under their wings, I could stay and hide.
On my aura was a splash of shining smile
And an ultimate platform that would make me the person I should be
Because their love was the most I could see.
After all the smiles and through all the tears,
The rays of their loving hands shone with compassion through the years.
I was then blind and dull, but now I finally see
I have two angels roaming around the cold careless world outside
Who would boost me up when I’m on the edge of struggles;
Who would repair my wings when I couldn’t soar;
Who would heal my smile when it becomes frown.
Their coat clothe my tears with purple dashes,
Reassuring me that everything will be okay
And every partaking will be a new stepping stone.
But then I asked- “Who are these angels?”
And to God I pray that linking the answer to my eyes is worth living.
Then, a moment surpassed,
The loving hands of these angels replied off their souls-
“We are your parents”
Through these little words, I know that no one else
Could ever be greater than them,
For they molded my foundation of who I am today
Giving me only the paints of satisfaction
In which I wish to be that child once more.
But, life goes on and I should stand tall
So if they need me as their dearest angel, my door is open
And I will be their feet if ever they should fall.