The Angel's Descent

I spread my wings,
and take a deep breath.
Watch the sky,
but am not ready yet.

My descent is slow,
wind rushes through me.
I’m afraid of this.
Afraid to be.

My wings spread out,
and catch the air.
I look down at the world.
I want to be there.

The flight calms me,
the sky is my friend.
I sigh and stop.
Who am I kidding?

I don’t want to be this.
I want to be human.
An angel’s life
is something I can’t stand.

I watch over them.
But they don’t know me.
I fall in love with them.
But they’ll never see.

My wings beat against me
How I wish they were gone.
Just so I could be part of them.
To be someone.

I stand by the edge,
waiting for the moment.
I take a wing in my arm.
And scream in torment.

The wound heals slowly.
Unlike all the rest before.
This new pain numbs me.
But I want more.

I take the other,
this time it’s easier.
I wait in silence.
Wait until it’s better.

I go to my feet.
And I feel different.
I take a step forward,
and start my descent.

The heaven goes past me,
and I say one last goodbye.
To meet the earth,
I must forever leave the sky.

Tears fall down my face,
as the doubt sets in.
Have I wasted everything,
Abandoning what I have been?

And then at last, the crash.
Followed by the sickening crack.
Everything disappears.
It’s too late.
There’s no turning back.