By any other name

unlike a rose, an angel without a halo isn't as sweet...

The sadness of falling when you've never faltered or tripped is painful.

While you pull yourself together, you brush the shame off of your shoulders and knees.

As the stinging of words spoken by foes escape their lips, the sky becomes turbulent.

The journey is now even more perilous as you try to fly through the seas.

Molting wings and dull talons have become your scars.

Forced to walk side by side with those who lack your will.

The insult of having a shattered symbol of your former devotions hang above is pitiful.

This broken halo is the sign of an angel that once was...

for angel by any other name, isn't...