i am soo tired! it's been a long day for me, but hey, i'm here now i guess. would love to hear your responses about what you accomplished today, as dr. kevin christie says, "what did you do today to earn your place in this crowded world?" about tonight's poem that you are about to read: it is the first poem I've written outside of school (12 days ago) and the inspiration came to me when looking at the hanging butterflies i made and hung from my ceiling. somehow it turned into angels, i don't really know lol.
the fallen angel
the male and female
what beauty!
the sight of intertwining wings
and the feeling
oh, the feeling!
the feeling of love
how delicate these wings are
at any moment could be clipped
from a torn and tattered state
a life may end.
flight, a thing of the past
as i plummet through the sky
and as i embrace the stony ground
it doesn't feel much different
from my days in the clouds
feathers cut
one by one
gone
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