Anonymous- September 26, 2023
Artwork - "Traveling Soul" by Nico Sproule
looking closely
into the murky water
i see a soul—
a spirit from
the forgotten realm
the grand above
the great divide
that plagues my days
the creature shakes
and sputters
a fallen angel
he looks into my eyes
breathing air;
until finally
his curtains close
his story fades
if i could be
one of the angels
if i could live
in the grand above
if i could know
everything they teach
if i could see
everything from beyond—
always “if”
but never when
my whole life
i’ve been told
they would not want
someone like me
that i would not
be welcome
in the land of
the angels
in the house of
the lord
i hear about him
everywhere i go
they tell me to follow
yet offer no lead
do they expect me
to cave into
voluntary blindness,
selective deafness?
that angel who fell
is it because
he saw the truth—
he woke up?
i see him lying
there in the water
and, as if i had
a reason to mourn
i observe in silence
glumly admire as
one of my own,
a denied soul,
cast away
by a false idol
if one as beautiful
as him
was thrown out
and discarded
what hope does
one like me have?
they call themselves
good, kind believers
yet do not believe
we are worth saving
heaven does not
deserve you
your radiant light
your passionate love
your soul is
too good for them
i will always be
your heaven
you will always be
my angel
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