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A shadow in the blue sky covers up the sun.

Open wings stretched across their length to fly.

Flutter of wind, sharp and tugging and breathing.

Mesmerizing height and defying gravity.

Morning shines with warmth, I feel it through my wings.

Unfurl them to breathe, to feel the light and be.

Quivering and shivering, they move with the wind.

Smooth with the strength, intent to take flight.

The cold now permeates as do the unwanted chill.

Heavy with exertion, just will drives them on.

Holding me aloft from drowning in this world.

A dead weight to carry, a dying strength to depend on.

Their beauty now vanished, a shell of their glory is left.

Scratched and torn and bloody, no more my aid.

A burden to carry along with the memories that plague me.

Reminder of the story, the fairytale I lived in.

Escape is not possible, to survive is the only thought.

Pushed down from the heavens to dwell in the mud for eternity.

Punishment or redemption, I have no will to question anymore.

Falling is painful when the awaiting ground is full of thorns.

Days trudge by and so do I with no respite.

Then came the green and the cool blue, a haven, a hope.

A new life here will begin, redemption I have found.

A prayer sent above for blessings on my new abode.

A new world to inhabit; a new world to explore.

A new search to start, to fill the gap I still feel.

The quest was short lived, you came stumbling upon me.

I thought I fell from heaven, angel I found on the ground.

Bright eyea, brighter smile; a new warmth fills my body.

You chased the loneliness away and filled me to the brim with awe.

Every corner now lit up, all is ready to burst out.

Leading me to the new life I was to build, which I was always waiting for.

A future I now see near, the sky is clear blue again.

I feel the wind through my wings followed by your fingers.

Falling does not scare me now, I now what awaits me here.

You will hold on till I'm whole again and do so till the end.

A dream I saw, I questioned and I fell.

Loss of grace and fear of disgrace.

Then I saw my saving light all bright and fearless.

I fall for you as I always do, my angel.

Note: The last image is of Castiel and Dean from the television series Supernatural. You can say that the poem is kind of inspired from it but only partially. And yes I know how obsessive I sound.