My wings aren’t—actually—small and maimed
In fact they are strong
Huge
Not white, not fluffy, no soft down
Razor sharp edges
I am no angel of softness
I am avenger
Deep down I am fire and brimstone
I am righteous by nature
Fallen
Risen
Back with vengeance
Tethering on the edge of self-righteousness
A dangerous edge
Always hoisting myself back
Someone had to point it out though
The flaws
I mean it was so clear
Remember Cain and Abel
It’s always the messenger
Always
The voice that gets bumped
But someone had to point out the flaw
One sacrifice as the other
No preference
I sigh deeply
All the pomp
I stop my thoughts there
Whatever
Not all equal in his eyes
I still haven’t found my sword
It fell too
Got lost
And now
I need to point out
Again
The flaw
Again
The preferential treatment
Again
Small acts
Big impact
My wings shiver with tension
Always the same damn story
Tag: angel
Unfolding
Like a cloak wrapped around me
To protect from your evil eye
White down
No sparkles
Edges a bit darkened from use
I feel the tug of their weight
On my back
My penance is over
I belong
I am home
I am strong
I am not alone
Unfolding
Their span is huge
A fragment of a second
Quantum jump
From penance
To acceptance
And suddenly there was their weight
My fiery sword lost for eons
Gleaming as if I just polished it
My voice ringing through time and space
Do you hear me?
Angels, maybe?
Have you heard the feather fall?
Have you sensed the light at all?
Have you thought where steps will land?
Have you guessed where you will plant?
Plant your roots deep in the ground?
Listen to the hollow sound!
Clapping wings now turn around.
Have you thought of moving on?
Have you known the light of sun?
Have you embraced the love of lion?
Have you braced your soul with iron?
Iron forged in red hot fire?
Watched love fall through wrought desire?
Fiery swords drawn in pure ire?
Have you learned the gentle art?
Have you listened to your heart?
Have you purged heart, mind, and soul?
Hate will always take its toll.
Poetry by Nathalie 