Book of Feathers
As a fallen angel,
wings stripped of their feathers
by the demons from my mind’s hell
my strength slowly withers.
But I will rebuild my wings
with every new feather
adds a new page to the rings
that bind my book of leather.
This book of mine
tells the story of redemption
over the course of time
as I battle my depression.
The demons take my pen
and tell me to just stop trying,
to just give in
and get busy dying.
However I steal the pen back
before I can doubt
and numb myself black
to block them out.
This book of feathers is my mission
my scarred skin makes its bind
my blood of crimson iron inks its inscription
my bone makes its spine.
By finishing this book before I die
I hope these pages put together
will rebuild my wings and let me fly
so I can show all my book of feathers.