Tattered Angel

Where is it Good
That I have been

Cast out of Heaven
To dwell in darkness

Forced to boost my children to
Catch only glimpses of the sun

Holding by weakening arms
Struggling to remain strong

When I once had wings and
Could have raised them high

Giving them the whole world
Without stunted compromise

And how they feared to own truth
When learned wings could burn

How they fought my good reasoning
When witnessed unjust punishment –

Thinking perhaps it was best to accept
Living in darkness as payment’s safety

How we each fought our demons
Cornering us to mistrust our love

How we struggled to uncover our truth
Buried in wreckage, cleansed by tears

Until at last they grew strong enough to
Turn inward and embrace the true self

Pushing me aside, soft to abruptly
As every child must do, eventually

And realized their own wings
Had not burned from the fall