I was a barefoot cherub
Whispering melody dreams
To a rising moon
Over a still lake
Cool water lapping over
Strong ankles, strong heart.
I was a rising star
Strong arms flying
A hollowed body
Away from her touch
Failing to fail
Failing to succeed.
I was a wingless angel
With purpose in heart
To end the pain
Of all I touched
Only succeeding
To begin more pain.
I am a grounded angel
Living day to day
Love for myself
Healing for my heart
Finding freedom from pain
Living new dreams.
Beautiful! I get this. Love yourself, please. I failed to fail because others wanted me to. Glad I know that now. So you are ahead of the game. : )
i love this poem!!!!!! It’s so true!!!!