There was something devastating
About this angel
Who walked with her head down
As if she were inferior
She seemed confident enough
And upon first glance perhaps even pompous
With closer scrutiny it was evident that was not the case
Though her feathered wings shone the brightest
Despite the fact that she wore the purest white robes
Somehow she looked at the other angels
Then deemed herself lesser
It occurred to me
As I watched her move with her head high
But eyes darting around nervously
That this angel had obviously never encountered a mirror
So watching from behind heaven's closed gates
I tried to call out to her
My voice was lost in the distance
As she continued to float farther away
To her dark and mirrorless home
I rattled the golden gates between us
Begging to be let in
Just for a moment
She needs to get a glimpse of herself
She needs to see what others see
Alas
I pleaded until the sun set in a place made of light
With nothing to show for it
The angel slipped away before she could find her beauty
Now I stand with a useless mirror and regret
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Poetic Whispers
PoesíaMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
