Deformed Angel

Deformed Angel

A deformed angel

lies broken and torn,

Ssripped of her wings,

and with lost beauty.

Scars from when

she tripped and fell,

leaving lines on her back,

from the wing she lacks.

Exiled on earth

to loathe and mourn,

here to stay;

never to pray.

throat going hoarse,

I beg you to sing!

Bring back the spirit

that was a lit!

forget the lines

upon your back,

and open your eyes to see

everything you are missing.

Angel, rise!

And come again!

Grow your wings and see

that you are me.