Fallen Angel

I once was a princess. Sweet, clean, and neat Like a Victorian castle, so was life. I was Winged. Too quickly those years evaporated. First the words slipped Like an annoying rip In a favorite skirt. But such a nuisance could be sewn. However as each comment grew Heavy on the heart, it was only a few Minutes before I found myself caved in. Gossip triumphs over my mind. Slowly sinking, I’m swept in silence. They subliminally scandalize, selling lies. It strikes. I’m scared. Without wane, their eyes widen when they see me Walking past. Cautiously, I curve a smile. Can I not show care? Apparently not. They attack, in their circular clans. It burns. I’m crying. Disdain doesn’t even diminish my dying Self-confidence anymore. Recoiling rather remarkably, they are plainly writing their disgust. It cuts. I retreat. They dismantle my appreciation of life. The world’s foundation of castle-quality stone now cracks. Temptation ticks in time. I hopelessly wander. Bitter resent boils blatantly, But why bother with me? The funny fat kid- She’s such trash. Stupid. Creep. Hairy. Gross. I can’t remember the talents I’m given. So I believe. That’s when serpents come To slither forth and have some fun. At this point, I’m easily won And I’ve been beguiled, undone. My system breaks My heart aches My body…is traded For something that I’ve longed to hear Just the mention will heal my sores. Please, give me love. But snakes don’t. Serpents slide back into their holes. Serpents tear at my battered soul, And laugh. Wings I once loved are ripped. I’ll be entrapped again, And again, and again Till somehow I am stripped Of my miserable existence. I let them. I beckon them now. They come. Their poison drenches to numb. I’m deprived. I’m gradually dying. Yet I stayed. They were to blame. No, I was to blame. I am a horrendous beast And I herald The initial lies. Until now. Effulgent through printed words, Love salvaged my remains. He advised, “Weak and wounded Rise again. Run rapidly on righteous roads. You are not a child of evil, Neither are they. Your faults are not primeval Find faith for your wings Are forever under your freedom. Sing Of your bravery, Of your learned lessons, Of showing redemption. Through your fall, Rise again to eradicate all Erroneous envy and revenge with elations. Rise again to heal Another”.