She was the most beautiful angel
But not in the way that most think of angels
She was a fallen angel
Who kept on getting back up
Because she knew she belonged in the wide open skies
Soaring above the mountains, as well as deep between the trees
Sometimes she flew too low
Testing her strength, how close could she get to the ground without actually
falling?
She wanted to be human
She wanted to walk on solid ground
She wanted to know what it was like to live
freely
without strings tugging and choking her every time she made a faulty move
She wanted to know true suffering
But not for the reasons most want to know suffering
She wanted to face Death
So she’d have something to talk about with her friends
She wanted to know Pain
So she could tell her children about her Fight
She wanted to know Suffering
So she could learn about the Earth
She was a fallen angel
Who's hair glistened with every grey strand that sprouted from her head as wrinkles became carved into her blush-pink face
She was a fallen angel
Who fell asleep
on the Ground
Right where she belonged