Used to call her angel,
now she is
self-portrayed as enemy.
Demonic entity.
A plague to be avoided.
The logical voice within says
that this is all in her head
but the crazed screams
she hears in her dreams
say otherwise.
Her worlds collide,
a backwards slide,
two steps forward
to be pushed back
to genesis again.
No hand to hold.
Tears roll, Eden denied.
Just this hell on earth to behold.
The sound in her head screamed,
a shrieking gale force wind.
Was she evil?
Had demons climbed within?
Was she in love with sin?
Had it gotten under her skin?
One too many downfalls,
no angels call,
no heavenly choirs sing.
She just stands
arms wide apart
welcoming
the rain.
Windswept hair.
Wind swept her into the air.
She sailed
on the breeze up there.
As I was winded,
wheezing to breathe again,
watching
the aching pain
of memories,
too painful to share
becoming a blurred heartache.
The wind song
never seemed to care.
A star takes flight
for the first and last time.
the sky cries raindrop
tears to guide her.
Washing
her pain away
as she lay.
A fallen angel,
never forgotten,
not even for a day.
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