Poem: Home
An Angel fell from the sky one day.
You see, the problem was,
she thought she was supposed to fly
as high as possible.
No one gave her a guidebook,
or told her the
Real Deal About Angels.
All she saw was posters in the mall
of Angels ascending,
smiling, happy, stylish, successful.
And always on the way up.
Isn’t that what angels do,
go UP?
Until her weary wings
gave up
the fight of flight,
and she sank slowly,
reluctantly
(but Grace-fully),
down into her very own
flesh and bones
and finally called them ‘Home.’