If I am an angel,
I only weep,
For the Father that kept me close asked me to leave,
And if I look the sky,
I only find the clouds,
I wish to return home, but my heart locked me out.
If I can only love,
I'm full of disdain,
A vessel which pours out, but never gets filled,
And if my shoulders aren't strong,
When I cannot carry it all,
Who is there to show me where to put it down?
If I am free,
I am only chained to me,
For my will extends past these foreign links,
And if I am to dance,
Music is rattling the chains,
I wish to perform, yet I'm not given a chance.
If I am the vines,
I am evergreen,
For I grasp anything, even if I bleed,
And if I ever grasp life,
Do not let me yield,
I might only wither, but I'll finally feel.
If I am lust,
They are glory,
For to them, I am disgust clothed with worry,
And if I am pride,
I only find misery,
I am not allowed to feel good without injury.
If I am temperance,
I only hold truth,
For I am here to learn and see through,
And if I am balance,
Find me in the stars,
I transcend limits to know who you are.
If I only weep,
The angels are lone,
For I am the Father that asked them begone,
And if I look down,
Beyond clouds of doubt,
I'll find myself hurting, but no longer out.
And if I am love,
I only am alive,
For there is nothing better than knowing I might die,
And if the strength fails my life,
To have lost what I carried and hoped,
Let it be remembered by who I taught how to love.
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Poetry"The chaos is scattered and split, but the order it has is not for us to see." Here is my 2nd poetry book, yet another journey delving into the depths of the mind to uncover one self. The chapters will diverse in theme, yet they will be having dark...
