'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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