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The students were presented with two poetic lines about angels & demons and asked to consider those competing concepts.

 KARLA…takes a poetic approach of her own, while bookending her piece with the two proffered lines.

Wings

I have felt the wind of the wing of madness 

Nothing more than a body full of sadness 

Anger flowing through my veins 

All I feel is pain 

My lungs deprived of air 

Voice is gone and not a thing seems fair 

I question why me, why me, why me 

My brain keeps telling me to flee 

But my body won’t move  

Frozen in place because I have everything to lose 

Or maybe I already lost myself 

In a pool full of madness 

Where all I can do is drown 

And the only place I am going is down 

But… 

There is something pulling me up 

The end of the depression race seems close up 

I want to feel this surreal sense of happiness

That flows in excess 

Making my body explode into a new being 

Going from fleeing to freeing 

 

How do I escape this anticipation? 

Taking me apart piece by piece 

Where I can never be at peace

What if I end this suffering before? 

Let my body and feelings pour 

 

I can feel my guardian angel close by

Maybe it’s just in my head but I do want to try 

I want to be with my angel now more than ever 

 

But, if it won’t come for me then I’ll meet it 

Just wait a bit 

I’ll grow my own wings 

I’ll fly so high that no one will mistake me for a bird 

Just the thought of it seems absurd 

I can’t wait any longer 

I want to become stronger 

Sore through the air without a care 

 

I will be free 

I won’t be as small as a pea 

But as big as a tree 

 

I will become the angel no one was for me 

I won’t have to plea or do painful things

I will become the breathless beat of angels’ wings 

 

Karla Rivas

February 6, 2026