An Angel’s Cry
Torn into shatters, pieces of reconciling and grieving, lost in hypothetical thinking.
My wings were my destiny—my comfort. Gazing upon the reflection of the oceans, I grieve in utter despair, watching the wings of another angel soar across heaven’s horizon.
How could this be?
I lay before God’s throne in disbelief. I shall never be the same…
My wings were a part of me.
T