Wings

[ForgeAhead]

Wings

You were there, I heard you.
Subtle and soft at my back,
branches barren as I dared to glimpse.  

Creeping into the corners of my life,
a cooling doubt on my days
never fully formed, you'd spy. Love everything up to this point, detailing a long period of something slowly growing out of the corner of your eye, taking hold, almost unnoticeable.

Now you've come to the light.
Your glistening feathers seen by all.
You are the crow come to make claim and you seek shadows no more. "Crow come to make claim", sounds so good I almost thought it was an established idiom and Googled it.

In me though, you find something new. I'm not sure about this line. I liked the wings being a force of nature, or an entity that acts solely by its nature (that is, wings are made to carry you upwards, so that is what they will try to do). Here, they almost turn into a character, as if something could be new or unexpected to them. It also makes it sound as if the narrator finds himself wholly unique or is proud in being the first to accept his wings. Does this really concern our noble narrator?
You will not take me in a fight; I like this thought but the wording here is awkward. Maybe go with "by a fight" or "you will not take me fighting"
I go on my own, with choice.

You may carry me home,
but I will take you with me first
through what remains of this fragile life. I find this part very interesting though a little strange. The rest of the wording in the poem, both before and after this line empowers the narrator, such that "fragile" almost seems out of place. If the poem is about what I think it is, then the dichotomy of fragility and strength of the narrator is awesomely powerful and I think the fragile side needs to be juxtaposed next to the powerful side in a few more places for it to really work.

I do not mind the scars you will bring, 
the beating of your wings or 
the cackle at my back as you sing.

This life is mine before yours.
I will carry you on my shoulder
and show you the hope even you cannot cease. Seems like a little bit of an awkward use of the word "cease." I know it can mean "to bring to an end", but it generally means "to come to an end."  Something along the lines of "defeat" might be better.

We will go together one day,
carried gently and softly away
by the drum beat of your outstretched wings. Drum beat is a nice touch.