THEY CALL HER ANGEL
A REAL HUMAN EARTH ANGEL
THAT HER VOICE WAS THE SWEETEST ONE THEY EVER HEARD
THAT SHE WAS TOO KIND
AND SHE WAS
NO MATTER WHAT IT COST HER
SHE COULD NEVER STOP
SEEING THE GOOD IN ANYONE
EVEN WHEN THEY BROKE HER
NO MATTER HOW MUCH PAIN SHE WAS IN
SHE HAS BEEN TOLD, WITNESSED, THAT SHE HAS FOUGHT WARS FOR LIFETIMES
COMING CLOSE TO THE EDGE OF DEATH
WAVERING ON HER LAST BREATH
LOSING BLOOD AND TEARS
OVER AND OVER
BLACKING OUT, COLLAPSING, SCREAMING, AND SUFFERING BEYOND WHAT IS KNOWN TO VAST HUMANITY
HER WEAK BODY PICKED UP BY NUMEROUS HANDS
LIMP, UNRESPONSIVE, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE
LOSING ALL ABILITY TO FEEL, MOVE, AND SPEAK
CONTINUING TO LOVE DESPITE BETRAYAL
STAYING SOFT BUT NUMB
HER BODY COVERED IN THOUSANDS OF SCARS ONLY ANOTHER REALM CAN SEE
HER DARKEST NIGHTS ALONE IN AGONY GREW HER WINGS
THEY LAY CLOSED BEHIND HER HEART GROWING MORE AFTER EACH BATTLE
SHE RARELY CRIED BUT WHEN SHE WEPT
BLOOD POURED OUT
HER WAR CRY IS AN ACHING THAT NEVER MAKES A SOUND
ONLY THE RIGHT ONES CAN HOLD HER
CAN TOUCH THE TIPS OF SHIMMERING GRIEF AND WEARY EMPATHY
SHE LONGS FOR HER SOUL TO BE SAFE
TO FINALLY BREAK IN THE ARMS
OF AN EQUALLY STRONG AND STRONGER REFUGE
AND RELEASE INTO THE VEIL
OF FINAL REST
AFTER A COMBAT FAR TOO LONG
- RKD
05-27-26