The Three

Fallen, pristine angels sleeping,
Broken, innocent spirits weeping,
Beneath blankets always keeping
Unhealed scars, forever leaping,
Billowed hopes, arms reaching
For foundations. Always preaching
Advantages, but never teaching
Successfully, ever beseeching
The wrong ones.

Always guessing and expecting,
Always trying and perfecting
Shattered lives, never affecting
Aspiration, still deflecting
Any faint chance of forgetting
Every last cause of regretting,
Forever tangled in thick netting,
Worrying, worrying, fretting, fretting
Together and alone.

Decisions made to stop pretending,
Stop the breaking, start the mending,
Turn around, and cease suspending
Struggle that seems never-ending.
Open hearts and tears streaming,
Battered spirits, minds dreaming,
With closed mouths and silenced screaming,
We look upon the sunlight beaming,
And run into the light.

(Original 2010, Edit 2013)