Broken Wings
- by Ironmountain01, Dec 31, 2013, 2:17:19 AM
- Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse
Where were you going, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings, heels and an oh-so-short skirt?
Where did you come from, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings torn and running, one shoe and your skirt all skewed?
You stood so quietly there in the dark - I almost didn't see you if it hadn't been for the shadow of your dark broken wings wrapped protectively around you like a cocoon... holding you up for you surely could hardly stand on your own.
Why did you come here, broken as you were? Was it for the glass of water? The blanket around your shoulders as I sat you on the couch? The call to 911 when you stopped responding to me?
Sweetie, you're in a world of hurt and trouble right now - not just from your magical appearance, but from what you did before you came here. Pills and alcohol? Some don't mix, some mix all too well. Ask me about that some day.
But the child! You're someone's baby girl, but you have a baby of your own! You can't be driving around like that... and into oncoming traffic.
Angel, we all have our demons - we just have to learn to face them. Yes, some are worse than others, but I learned something along the slow, painful road of facing my own: you're never alone. There's always a hand in some form or fashion to grab on to, push you, prod you... you just may not recognize or acknowledge at the time and thus, the road gets that much longer.
Ask me - I know.
Whoever you are, my wounded angel with your broken wings, there were a bunch of hands here that night reaching out to you - I hope that you took one of them.
Nothing in this world is so bad that we can't get through it
Together.
Where did you come from, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings torn and running, one shoe and your skirt all skewed?
You stood so quietly there in the dark - I almost didn't see you if it hadn't been for the shadow of your dark broken wings wrapped protectively around you like a cocoon... holding you up for you surely could hardly stand on your own.
Why did you come here, broken as you were? Was it for the glass of water? The blanket around your shoulders as I sat you on the couch? The call to 911 when you stopped responding to me?
Sweetie, you're in a world of hurt and trouble right now - not just from your magical appearance, but from what you did before you came here. Pills and alcohol? Some don't mix, some mix all too well. Ask me about that some day.
But the child! You're someone's baby girl, but you have a baby of your own! You can't be driving around like that... and into oncoming traffic.
Angel, we all have our demons - we just have to learn to face them. Yes, some are worse than others, but I learned something along the slow, painful road of facing my own: you're never alone. There's always a hand in some form or fashion to grab on to, push you, prod you... you just may not recognize or acknowledge at the time and thus, the road gets that much longer.
Ask me - I know.
Whoever you are, my wounded angel with your broken wings, there were a bunch of hands here that night reaching out to you - I hope that you took one of them.
Nothing in this world is so bad that we can't get through it
Together.
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