Breathe
Breathe
little Angel
fill your lungs with breaths of Love.
Though this world is a cold, cold place
and you’re born into it un-shrouded
without a voice -
an identity,
just another dot in this barmy world,
you won’t be stolen away:
Death will have no Praise
Breathe
little Angel
feel the winds of Peace on your skin.
Though the night remains dark,
morning is sure to follow -
and the stars
and the moon
are summoned to fight back.
You will only be washed clean.
Storms will never Consume you!
Breathe
little Angel
smell the fragrance of the Rose.
Though most things in this life
lead to a dead end:
stop a while,
look up,
maybe it’s only a winding,
when there is no light to be seen
at the End of the Tunnel!
Breathe
little Angel
there’s no need to be afraid.
Though you’re small
and weak:
You will never be Alone!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
