Fallen AngelA Poem by Sally Sparrow
Yesterday I was flying high above all of you below.
That is not what life is for you silly children. Squabbling over who likes who, every single one. But then you grabbed me by the ankle and ripped me out of the sky. My wings broke as I fell, the harsh winds yanking on my hair. I can't be in love. You can't be in love. This is not allowed to happen. I cannot tell if another step will be father into the pit, or a jump back towards the sky. Is staying where I am, suffering in silence, protecting me from further damage, or keeping me from salvation? Perhaps I am not a fallen angel, but a setting sun, just about to rise upon a better land than ever before. © 2013 Sally Sparrow |
StatsAuthorSally SparrowSeattle, WAAboutJust an aspiring writer looking for inspiration and feedback. more..Writing
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