An angel flew past from where I stood today Her wings spanned so wide she covered the sky Casting a tender shadow above my head Protecting me from the sun’s vindictive rays For a moment, for that moment I found succor I found solace from underneath an angel’s wings.
Gazing at my own flesh I discovered scars Scars from whence their nails had perforated my hands I found scars from whither their shackles of deception were secured… On my hands and ankles Daggers, stained with my blood still ***** in my back Where with superciliousness they stabbed
An angel flew past from where I stood today…. My body a canvas of pain as blemishes of their whips titivates my skin For every laugh shared is nothing but a lash of wicked whips Blood clotting on my sliced wrists from when they opened their mouths Their razor sharp tongues sliced through every nerve and every vessel Finger nails pulled out to test my loyalty towards these masters My locks pulled out strand by strand to make sacrifices to my living “gods”
An angel flew past from where I stood today Her wings gently caressing my soul Her touch a cure to my aching heart She whispered in my ear bringing relief to my over exerted mind Said she couldn’t take away the pain nor heal the scars Said my pain was a book of wisdom and the scars the illustrations Said it was my guide, a map I had to take where ever I went….least I got lost Sayamo Dikana