And Broken Back Broken Neck
Angels and guides tried their best to console Icarus
Why did I not listen to my father? He lamented.
Determined to hang onto his sorrow and sadness
It is time to stop belittling yourself, his head angel said.
One mistake; this is how we learn; no big deal.
But why do I have to learn the hard way with broken bones?
And broken back and broken neck, his negative side added.
His positive side threw up her hands.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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