
Like a bird who found its way from its cage
Again
She wandered
with no bounds
The pulse of her heart
Beating on borrowed time
Her purity and presence was her power and also her downfall
Seeing the beauty in even the darkest moments
Loving the wolf and kissing him as he mends her wounds,
She somehow got used to dancing to the tune
She prayed as she looked up to the sky
In that enlightening moment
She heard
The angels cry.
-bluebirddiaries