There is fragility
ready to break
at the edge of the glass
that are her words.

She is shattering beauty,
a weeping angel.

Hearing Holy cries
has shattered me,
and I felt every bit of her pain
with each sob.

Oh my darling,
Your Icarus heart,
has flown too close
to your sunny
optimism.

You have fallen
into your disappointment
once again.

Devils hear your cries
but dare not triumph.

You strike fear
even when
vulnerable.