Angel with Wings on Fire by Eshita Singh | A Poem

I am chaos,
A storm in silence,
An angel with wings ablaze—
Burning,
Crackling through skies that once held my hope.

Oh my God, it hurts.
This fire—it’s not light.
It’s pain dressed as perseverance,
Flames licking the edges
Of a soul still trying to believe.

They say self-love is the cure.
I’ve read it in books,
Whispered it in the dark,
Held it like a fragile truth in trembling hands—
But still, my reservoir runs dry.
My inner child cries,
And I have nothing left to give.

People talk.
They mock, they doubt,
They crush the pieces I rebuild every day.
And I ask the stars—
Am I destined to fail?
Even when I bleed effort
Like a warrior chasing light?

Success?
If it’s here,
It stands on a mountain of ashes—
The remains of my dreams
And the ghosts of all I gave.

I am trying.
Each day I rise,
Each breath I take,
Is a prayer wrapped in grit.

But still…
It feels like I am not enough—
Not for them,
Not for love,
Not even for me.

This fire,
It consumes.
It rages inside,
And I fear it will take all of me—
My heart,
My soul,
My will to soar again.

Yet here I stand—
An angel with wings on fire,
Screaming to the heavens,
Still hoping
That somewhere, somehow,
This blaze will become
My light.

Eshita Singh is a best-selling author, motivational speaker, and banker from Jaipur, India. Known for her powerful words and transformative talks, she inspires holistic living and self-growth. With roots in Varanasi and a legacy of literature, she blends wisdom, warmth, and resilience to ignite change through her writing and voice.