'Angel, There'

Angels rarely return
when asked,
even when absolved.

Prayer never stopped
your wondering;
never healed your wounds.

This is the truth, as blunt
as the word of God:
There are no wings, save your own.

Take your penance
and your flight.

Too light to touch the dirt.
Too high to feel the hurt.

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