Faltered [Seraphim, Part II]

Faltered [Seraphim, Part II]

I tried my best and faltered
Some things never change
Some things can't be altered
Nor items rearranged

With furniture long purchased
Set-up in its place
Restless 'neath the surface
A stagnant, anxious place

The more you try to reach out
The more you coil in
Curled foetal, roiled in doubt
Inside, the climb begins

Clawing from the bottom
The demons have their way
Ascension is forgotten
… a game that Angels play

Out amidst the darkness
So sanguine in their flight
So opulent in starkness
Their place within the night

A place I often yearn for
A space I'd wish to go
'midst faces that might mean more
… more than they might know

Out there in the blackness
Like beacons in the night
Stars that glint, look back less
Shellacked to hold the light

Such light you can't extinguish
So varnished reinforced
A strength hard to distinguish
… can't help but be endorsed

Regardless of the danger
Vulnerabilities on show
The comfort of a stranger
For those laid prone below

Swooping down when needed
From playgrounds in the air
With independence ceded
… was it ever truly there?

Weary, worn and weathered
Yearning for the sky
For what's the use of feathers
If you never get to fly

With dank, dark feathers, moulted,
We play 'midst tattered things
I tried my best and faltered,
… that's the way with battered wings