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Flightless

Her wings her blessing -
But a hell.
Sagging silk
Is as a shell.
She cannot lift them,
Free them, soar -
They tie her down
And she deplores
The day she rose
And soon returned
To roam the earth
And free the burned.
Her feathers droop,
Her shoulders shrug,
She questions whether
She's become
An angel as she
Once believed
Or something else -
But what reprieve
If she could jump
And spread her wings,
Climb to Before,
To Heaven bring
The lonely souls
That like her live
To love or die -
All they can give.
But if she jumps,
She'll only fall
Her white wings black
In Devil's thrall.
So trudges she
Through moonless nights
To watch and wait
And help make right
In hopes that once
Or maybe twice
She'll say a word
And save a life
From hell or heat,
While still her own
Existance is
Wings never flown.