Mended Wings
an angel mends her broken wings and lifts her spirits high.
she exhales ever gently as if to clear her mind.
she has an angel of her own and vows to no longer cry.
instead she will use her tragedy to inspire other kinds.
and in lighten them to different ways of life so beautiful that lies deceit and hatred are not something that occur.
where each person lives for another.
where happiness is the only tear that will ever shed.
if she can pass this to one person she will be relieved .
for she knows that one by one is how she will succeed.
Copyright © Jan Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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