Grounded.
by 
Epona Love
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Posted: Sunday, October 23, 2005 Word Count: 86 Summary: Wrote this a few months ago when trying out magnetic poetry... found the magnitic poetry too limiting to express the ideas that emerged, so wrote this without it. We are all angels underneath. |
How could any angel appear
Through fragmented shards of light
Scattered carelessly beside
Your ego, out of sight?
Confined within your earthbound mind
Without free flight, these useless wings
Are tied to servitude and set
To work on better things.
Surrounded by contempt, I wither,
Denied the right to even feel.
Frowned upon through narrow eyes
For daring to be real.
How could any angel raise
Her wings without a hope of praise?
So here lies beauty, peace and light
In the corner, out of sight.
Through fragmented shards of light
Scattered carelessly beside
Your ego, out of sight?
Confined within your earthbound mind
Without free flight, these useless wings
Are tied to servitude and set
To work on better things.
Surrounded by contempt, I wither,
Denied the right to even feel.
Frowned upon through narrow eyes
For daring to be real.
How could any angel raise
Her wings without a hope of praise?
So here lies beauty, peace and light
In the corner, out of sight.