Damsel In Distress

She grew her wings

In the desert

Brittle they became

And within that

Grew such shame,

Her frail body walked

No help in sight

For minutes, hours, days

But she had to keep her strength

Her might,

On bended knee

We all gathered and prayed

And this vibrant body

Gained a gust of wind

And we find her wings are strong

And flying again,

She fluttered by to give thanks to

Each and every one of us

But all we did is like any others would

Give strength to a guardian angel in distress.

Reviews

[Margarette]

I view this poem as that of a person who nearly lost all hope due to a series of unfortunate events in his/her life. It is true that there are people out there who are willing to give a helping hand to someone in need and it's never too late. I just wish that people would come helping at the right moment not when it becomes too late but really, we should face it, almost all of us only help when we are pressured to do so. But this is just my perspective. It's still more acceptable to just help with an initiative to begin with and no intention of receiving something in return. Just like in your poem, we might never know that someday, when we helped someone, that "someone" might turn out to be a guardian angel. Thanks for sharing!

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so very much for the positive review - it is greatly appreciated. Glad you picked up on the concept.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

The last few lines were so uplifting!

[Lover Of Words]

Wow i am speechless... Love it

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you very much

[quinfinn]

reminds me of the tale of the Phoenix rising from the ashes, a common theme in literature and very popular. however, you have given an angel back her wings. nicely done.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you quinn :)