Paint Their Wings

Let them fly away from you. Let them go.

They called you names like a gun fired with bullets full of words that hurt you’re not good enough you can’t do this

They called you names words that tear you limb from limb, that kept you awake late at night rethinking your worth in this life

They called you difficult because you’re different like a round peg in a square hole, you’re a misfit

But now, here you are eyes welled up with tears, your wounds opened again to let their hurtful words out of you

One by one, you painted their wings as white as the clouds and they flew as far as they can go now, you are free

This sketch reminds me of the days when I was trying to reach out to people to make them realize that they are worthy of this life —You are a gift, you matter. I remember hearing the frightening news that an old friend of mine took his life because he could not bear the pain anymore. I remember writing this line from the author, Max Lucado, alongside with this sketch I have drawn.

“You weren’t an accident. You weren’t mass-produced. You aren’t an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned, specially gifted, and lovingly positioned on the earth by the Master Craftsman.” — Max Lucado

You matter most than the hurtful words other people have to say. Life is so beautiful. Live it well.

I originally wrote this for World Mental Health Day, but I guess it’s never too late. Because our mental health matters every day, and we should always celebrate it.

Thank you for reading!