Angel Reborn

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“This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone…a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.” ― Jodi Picoult, Mercy

Anger

Blood

Bruises

Cuts

Scrapes

Tears

Raven Haired Beauty

Broken Heart

Broken Wings

Shoes on Point

Broken Smile

She stands on her own

She extends her arms

And her beautiful legs

She smiles

Feels the music in her soul

No need to hear it

She doesn’t need anyone to help her dance

She stands on point

Fingers brush through her raven hair

She holds her delicate arms above her head

And does a perfect Chaînés

In that first turn, she lets go

And knows that she does not need him to hold her up anymore

She is free

To dance, to feel, to live

There’s no need for wings for her to fly

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10 thoughts on “Angel Reborn

  1. That’s quite beautiful. It felt like being picked up and elevated. I love the way you ended it too…

    “There’s no need for wings for her to fly”

    What did I do to find such a wonderful group of writers to call home?

    • Honey, you’re the one that gave me the picture. It inspired me. I’m glad you’re here. I love your stories. And really there is no need for wings for us to fly. Thanks my dear.

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