My guardian angel has fallen to earth,
her wings torn and broken,
ripped apart by the chaos of my mind.
As my sanity’s turmoil increases
my poor angel suffers,
unable to help me.
I am pulled in so many directions,
and pushed in others,
and I falter as my angel tries to guide me.
But I am in so much pain,
and am so unsure
that my angel cannot help me.
I try to listen to her,
to follow where she leads,
but I cannot hear her.
My angel has fallen
unable to support me
so I must try to make it on my own.
And as I go along trying to find my way
I pick up my angel’s scattered feathers
one by one until she is healed.
Author notes
Option 10, Gramaryes Daughter
A contest entry
- ~Dead is the New Alive~ OPTIONS CONTEST by Figg.
450 points, ended March 19, 2008, 30 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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I really, really like this!
"And as I go along trying to find my way
I pick up my angel’s scattered feathers
one by one until she is healed."
My favorite line, especially. I like the thought that in needing your guardian, you also realize that she needs your help as well. Beautiful job! -
that's so sweet. I loved it I especially loved your starting stanzas and your last one.
My guardian angel has fallen to earth,
her wings torn and broken,
ripped apart by the chaos of my mind.
As my sanity’s turmoil increases
my poor angel suffers,
unable to help me.
such a strong begining, i truly loved it. SO very powerful, and true i believe. I just really really enjoyed it. Great write!
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