Can you feel the wings?
the wings of broken souls.
everyday you hold the hands
of an intangible perfect stranger.
you can never seem to realise,
when their hand is on your
sholder, walking you,
walking with you, through this
voyage called life.
As often as you feel alone,
there will always be that one
winged being who is in a whisper
of your breath. Healing wounds
of abressed self infliction, which
you have placed apon
yourself only to forget, forget
of those past misfortunes which
had caused you more pain then
could be put at ease.
