Emergence
As darkness descends, so too
Shall the light ascend from within.
Oftentimes reminders are not a what, but a who,
That resurrect a strength lost to woes therein.
Tendrils of yearning reach out looking for what belongs
Blocked by our own self doubt.
Destroy the constructs of imprisonment,
Created by a false show of support.
In them exists a key to completion,
Keys to doors not yet opened.
When hope drips from their words like venom,
Remember that is needed for the antidote.
To: BLW
By: Christopher Delorenzo
3/12/2024
A Wingless Angel
I once dreamt of an angel.
A most beautiful and elegant angel.
She had long raven black hair and almond eyes.
She hugged me softly and told my pain goodbye.
I once dreamt of an angel.
So pretty, so fair, so fragile.
With skin like porcelain
and lips like velvet.
I once met this angel, though not from above me.
She was fearless and wingless, but just as comely.
We came together as one, well our hearts did.
Then one day me and my angel departed.
I once knew this beautiful angel.
Who changes the earth when she sings.
Above all else I feared only one thing.
That one day my angel would grow wings.
By christopher Delorenzo
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