Fallen angles surround me, spreading:
chaos,
destruction,
misery.
Fallen angels hate because I am:
different,
unafraid,
unique.
Fallen angles feel:
anger,
unappreciated,
invisible.
Fallen angels appear:
cruel,
fake,
conceited.
Fallen angles need and want:
love,
understanding
acknowledgement.
Who am I to give this to them?
Who am I to reject them?
Who am I to judge them?
I am one person that can:
help,
save,
understand.
Fallen angels now can rise once more:
whole,
loved,
free.
Written June 13, 2011
chaos,
destruction,
misery.
Fallen angels hate because I am:
different,
unafraid,
unique.
Fallen angles feel:
anger,
unappreciated,
invisible.
Fallen angels appear:
cruel,
fake,
conceited.
Fallen angles need and want:
love,
understanding
acknowledgement.
Who am I to give this to them?
Who am I to reject them?
Who am I to judge them?
I am one person that can:
help,
save,
understand.
Fallen angels now can rise once more:
whole,
loved,
free.
Written June 13, 2011
It's interesting how the poem started off seeming against the "cruel" fallen angels, but then morphed into understanding for them. It says that those who may seem horrible are just broken on the inside, and that it takes someone to care for them to be healed. A nice little reminder of how things aren't always what they seem and people are much more than just first impressions.
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