I chose to rise,
My wings dragging on the ground
My halo no longer twinkling.
It fell to the ground,
Shattering into pieces
The golden shards
Glinting in the sun.
I pick it up
My bloodied face reflecting
In the golden glass
And raised it like a sword
The shards digging into my skin.
I open my eyes again,
Wet from the tears I shed
Thinking about you,
Fighting for us.
The dust settles behind me
And the mountains loom
As the sun rises up
Into the painted sky,
A new day forming.
With my chin high
And my wings low
I ready myself
My new sword glimmering in the light.
The birds flew high above
Circling and singing
A new song
The song of my rebirth.
The angel has gotten up
The angel has risen
The angel is reborn
The angel is ready to fight.
With my dress ripped and torn to shreds,
With the shards of my halo in my hands,
With the ground and the rocks cutting at my feet
I'm ready,
I have risen.
I am back.
YOU ARE READING
Let the mask fall
Poetry~all we do is think about the feelings we hide~ another collection of poems and quotes.
