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,


(but Grace-fully),

down into her very own

flesh and bones

and finally called them ‘Home.’

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