Opalescent wings now covered in filth
darkness and despair have replaced the light,
Too tired and weary to put up much fight,
no serenade to soothe a troubled soul.
Negativity has replaced promise,
stars are replaced with tears, falling like rain.
Skies are now gray, reflecting heavens pain,
for the angel who is broken and beaten.
Her wings weakening, feathers falling 'bout,
she brushes them together, trying to maintain,
seeking wisdom in her sorrow and pain
so that she may once again take flight.





Jeannie


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