Broken Angel


  
Delicate as an orchid in full bloom.
To touch, to feel, the softness of its flesh.
A sin to blemish, its pinkish skin.
Eyes wide, a sponge, inhaling the nourishment it deserves.
To live a life, in the arms of a mother and father.
An honor and a privilege on them bestowed.
A choice was made to multiply from two.
The consequences for which they knew.
Singing everyday, the trouble it caused.
Empty pockets, barely a can in the cupboard.
Struggling to make ends meat.
Only if, he was never born.
Life would be easy.
It’s all his fault.
As the anger grew, it flourished
More beautiful than that orchid.
The hate was its vibrant petals.
It opened up and spread it’s presence.
If looks could kill, it would explode.
The only place this child felt safe.
Was hiding under the bed.
He keeps falling, he’s such a klutz.
That’s all, anyone ever knew.
Why he was covered, black and blue.
When all is quiet and not a creature moving.
His dreams came alive.
The images of a wonderful life.
One, with a loving family.
Years pass through the trauma of time.
He shows love, in spite of a crime.
Yet, he shuts out any ounce given with compassion.
He suffers from being unworthy and yes, it’s a mind disease.
A gift received, from the hand that rocks the cradle.

Ax

25 thoughts on “Broken Angel

  1. ***tears*** and. ((((Hugs))))
    You are so worthy of all the Beautiful you dream of. You did not deserve any torture. I know you realize this… But it’s so nice to hear it.. ❤️❤️
    My heart hurts thinking of that little boy .
    You’ve touched me.. So deeply.
    (((((Hugs)))))) ❤️❤️❤️

    1. 🙏❤️ thank you for your heart words. I’m overwhelmed by the comments received.
      I know that the community here is special. All the dear friends like you who touched me. You are the right medicine.
      Hugs back Carisa and thank you so much.

  2. OMG this is so moving and poignant that it pulled you right into the situation. I want to hug that boy from a child to his adulthood. I know all too well this story. My teacher once said to me that my poem was worth a class copy but this poem deserves a world copy. A great poem is a poem that you feel from the first letter of the alphabet to the end. This is a great poem. I don’t know if well done are words to describe this poem. I’m speechless for the word. Be well my friend

  3. I’d say I’m speechless but that’s not right… I’m angry, sad and my Mumma Bear spirit wants to take babies away from such completely unworthy parents…
    Such powerful words A, I’ll be thinking about this for a long time.
    Sending love and hugs. K~xx

  4. Oh!!! Ax, this is so very powerful, sad and stirs memories deep within. You are a divine poet dear sir.

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