My Angel

Angel said she's still scared

Still holding back how she feels

Holding emotions right there in her fist

Crunching them with five brown fingers

Refuses to let them go

Her hand shaking in pain

But strong enough to stay

She said that she has to hold back

Like a barracade
She stops herself from feeling
Kicks her feelings in the stomach
Pains them from evolving
Slaughters their emmersion
Blocks everything that could be

Angel needs time to tell

It's still all clear as mud

Like crystals sinking in the dirt

A dirty window without a prayer

Desperately wanting to see

But realizing the impossibility

Only a blurry view available

She wants to wait

See what happens

Sit back for a while on her haunches

Like a panther in the patch

Peering through the shrubble

Discerning her surroundings

Rationalizing her approach

Letting the revelations unravel

Angel said she needs space

Along with a precious item called time

Items she keeps close to her breasts

Next to her beating heart

It's pumping palpatations keeping her warm

In a cold lonely place

Where she creates space and time

For herself

By herself

She wants to plant her feet into sand

Not permanent

But not easy to move

She'll be ready to dig

Like a madman in a hurry

In desire of fresh freedom

Not quite now

But in the far out future

Angel wants to do it alone

Abandon outside influences alone

Deafen the sounds around her

hallow out the perceptions

Create vast halls of silence

Enlcose herself in sounds of nothing

Pure silence

Let the truth reveal itself

In time you won't be afraid

Ready and able to move

Excited to take a leap

Until then

Timidly wait

Quietly watch

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