black wings

Black bird

He reached into the depth of it

And there he found what was left of it

A soul that poured out

Clawed out

A living testimony

Crawling out a dark hole

She gave the best of it

Like a black bird

To rise again


A living testimony

Strong like a phoenix

A flame sparked

She opened her mouth

And called out from the dark

Echoed voice

Just echoes…

Of a soul




You have to learn to fly



Author: lovablewarriorking

Author of Chasing Joy(Published in 2019). Educator Christian Love Poetry Deep in thought most of the time.

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