Opague

A wall of solid color I think today I'm green. Wanting to translate My words and what they mean. Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love Fallen angels surround my soul I sympathize then take control Oppression that weighs my body down Always smiling on the surface, yet inner frown. The dragonfly totem pole I stood beside When I was 6 in Alasksa with pride. Meant to me at 38 Way back then I had a unique fate. Peculiar or odd some would say I took the words ingested them today. I was created with a special technique To forsee futures in my sleep. Blossomed to a soldier by being so strong. My structure body frame was created with a song. To wait for the day that i would be ready To star in my own movie and Hold on tight if I was unsteady. Dreaming of the day I would maybe have second chance to be a little braver Speak my thoughts then make a stance. Patterns of my past quickly descend Making this very moment Stand still and never end.