An Angel Stole My Words

Gifted words from you have become this seasons must-have..
Upon each meticulous thought you gave
A piece was hand-stitched into my own celestial playground.

Forming a tapestry of desire, hope and life for this fallen maiden...
Worn proudly, yet hidden from view,
Your gifts ignited dormant embers within.....

Redemption, once beyond appeal, had finally made it's debut Holding out an extended invitation to the bosom of acceptance, forgiveness and sanctity........


Alas,
I learn....

....the gifts were sewn with brittle thread;

Before my very eyes,
Each one has fallen away...
Each silken stitch tarnished, dull, fractured.....
Each word mutated into inconspicuous, insidious lies

My tiny feet,
weighted by the litter
of crushed words that crowd my gait....
Struggle to find their way

Plucked by the fingers of the breeze and swiftly whisked away, echoes of you haunt me........

Reality......a cold hard slap in the face as I find my words are safely tucked away.....


.....under the wings of another.