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She Is A Fallen Angel

An old soul

By Colleen Millsteed Published 2 years ago 2 min read
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She was always rushing here, there and everywhere

And I cannot help but wonder where she rushes too,

To the next barrier, the next argument, her next death

She never stops, she never rests, to where I never knew.

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She felt old from the day of her birth, old in her depths

Not old in the way of man kind, not young when born,

Old in the way of the universe, her overall higher power

Old in her soul, battered and torn, harrowed and worn.

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It’s obvious she’s never known the feeling of being young

She was born an old soul in the body of a babe, a child,

By the time she was a teenager she was hollow and tired

But as a fully grown woman, she took chances, she’s wild.

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She has no care for your opinion, your judgement of her

As she doesn’t belong among the two legged landed ones,

There are times throughout the day she’s out of her mind

Totally insane, basking and burning in the rays of the sun.

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She never complains but I know she argues with her demons

And I can only imagine how fiery these fights get in her head,

Here she silently fights her most devastating bloody battles

If you mistake this as weakness you’ve obviously been misled.

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Take my advice my friend, when you are lucky enough to meet

Study carefully, the far off look in her eyes, what do you see,

Every demonic fight has left signs of their twisted wreckage

Another scar, another torn piece of flesh, but still she is free.

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She is capable of endless love as it begins deep within her

A love you can swim in, it is that deep, that impassioned,

But sadly there’s always the ending, a selfless destruction

Although she stands by them, she’s strictly old-fashioned.

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She shelters the outcasts, those homeless tormented souls

Giving them all of her, holding nothing back, good or bad,

As this is a character trait, common between fallen angels

Especially those torn of wings, living as land dwelling nomads.

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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