` fallen angel `

there was a feeling, I could have been someone, I used to fly with wings,

ravages and horridness of a cruel tormented life, has broken those wings,

nothing seems to be the same as before, struggles are to countless coming way too often,

dark repressed demons always lurking in the shadows, consuming  every anxiety,

I plead, I beg, I implore, please  harvest my soul,

you see, I could have been someone, now, just a fallen soldier with imperfect wings, with a oneway ticket and reservations into Valhalla.

Words ✍sjbeaux
Art 🎨 SadArt - Fallen Angel

#beauxpoetry #freeverse

~ Writer's Thoughts ~

I once wrote, that I scribble my thoughts to express my raw emotions, to release my introspections, to share my anguish, to expel my demons. I write with uneasiness about sharing my words for fear of opinion,  I write because my story is worth sharing, I write because it is who I am. I just write it's what I do.

` But in the end I write because I am someone.`

~ Inspiration ~

"Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive. When someone enters the pain and hears the screams healing can begin."

- Danielle Bernock, Emerging With Wings