Once she flew
So high without fear
Her form shifting through the air
With elegance and grace
But now she walks
Cautious and afraid
Wings folded hiding the wounds
She clings to the shadows for fear of the light
Clipped her wings be
By the tools of man
Although not of the physical
These weapons of emotion scar much deeper
Betrayed she was
By loves cruel hand
Dreams shattered and hopes crushed
Floored and forever grounded she will always be
Now fate could save her
Unfold her wings and pull her from the gloom
If love she found and touched her heart
Then the beauty of our angel would be seen to fly again
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
