Insignia

Insignia

10 months ago, I was a pigeon that could gain no air,

Zero flight, I was goin’ nowhere,

I was going through the motions with no advancements,

My lateral movements only wasted stamina.

Then an angel helped me find my chrome extensions,

These things morphed into thee making the most of me, these metallic wings my insignia.

Symbolism of poetic genesis that lead to the creation,

Of relations, this prosody helped create through me, from Him.

Through this, from poetry, He shines upon me with the greatest blessing.