You’re missing your angel
Your imperfect guardian—
On her wings you would fly
Not soar, perhaps,
But so long as you could glide
You were happy
But now you fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Down in a spiral
Without her arms to catch you
Without her strength to carry you
Without her love to reassure you
And so you keep falling
Down
Down
Down
With no end in sight
Darkness surrounds you
Darkness
Dark
Dark
Dark
Until a small light blinds you
And my hand grabs you
And pulls you back up
As you hold me up as well
Now we fly through the darkness
Learning to glide once more
Without her guidance
Together
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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