Flutter of tattered
wings,
A broken angel falls.
Darkness and despair consume
This
soul, beaten and abused.
Invisible to the world, she
watches.
Mute to them, she listens.
Unthinking, she
follows,
Walking on shattered dreams.
She watches his lips
moving.
Is he talking to her?
Yes, that familiar name
(Is
it her name?)
Rolls smoothly from those lips.
He sees her,
notices her, speaks to her.
Tells her to be strong.
His words
flow as a transfusion
Of confidence and hope.
Words eat
through steel chains,
Freeing wing and heart.
A smile breaks
through loneliness
As sunlight on a cloudy day.
Now she
stretches, jumps, soars.
Breezes catch under sun kissed
wings,
Feathers ruffle in his wind,
And the fallen angel
flies.
Because he noticed what the world forgot.