Angel heart

weeping wounds pus and blood
Acid rain brings the flood
Of past memories she tries to repress
She will do what it takes
Script from doc quells the shakes
Covered up by her little black dress
Her love douses the fire
She will always inspire
Any soul in the midst of a fall
Picks them up dusts them down
Queen who won't wear a crown
Looking life in the eye standing tall
Freedom well within grasp
She can discard the mask
She has hidden behind for so long
As her beauty shines through
Heartache slips out of view
She forgives all who did her so wrong
She has dealt with her pain
Grabbed the lion by the main
It won't stop long enough to re-start
Fairys massage her feet
Cherubs dance the beat
Of the sound from her angelic heart

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Life can be tough and it appears to me from your words that this "angel' has been through the mill and out the other side. Not only that she seems to have taken it in her stride without becoming bitter about it. Sweet nature has she. Lovely thoughts here.

Chris

[Tepo]

Thanks very much Chris
Truly appreciate your time and read

[Lawryie Mh-Lk]

That's a whole process, from the darkness of the path of dealing with difficulties we are going trough and finally allowing self to come to light with the scars of the battle, not hiding anymore and moving forward, free from whatever inner burden and no matter what because one worths it.

That's what I get from your poem and even more.

Thank you Tepo

[Tepo]

Thank you Lawryie
For such an inspiring comment
I very much appreciate your time

[Lawryie Mh-Lk]

You're welcome my friend.

[Kerra]

Queen who won't wear a crown
Looking life in the eye standing tall
Freedom well within grasp
She can discard the mask

LOVE THIS PART.... This is amazing & I also found this intriguing

[Tepo]

glad I caught your imagination for a moment Kerra
Thank you very much

[barleygirl]

Your poem reminds me of the old adage: "Fake it till you make it" . . . this is how the heroine of your story-in-a-poem crawls up from the depths of whatever has been bringing her down. Little by little. The pulling up by the bootstraps, feeling a little muddy, not sure how to find the shine, but eventually this is what it takes . . . this is what the messy struggle can look like sometimes, but we must focus on the victory against life's tough spots (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Tepo]

thank you Margie
Your encouragement is priceless and much appreciated