angel sky

Whether you blame the mother

or you blame the wife-

it’s still your life.

And blame is a tether

holding you

as you drift high and low.

One hates herself,

the other can’t let go.

But you can open your eyes,

burst through the clouds.

You’re allowed

to feel, to tell the truth

in your own words.


You are always heard.

Angels carry all you hold.

Don’t you recall

what you were told?

Pain falls away

as you let them off the hook.

Heavens. Yes.

Love was all it took.


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