Sweet Angels Grace

going from broken to graceful

You call me an Angel!
How much of an angel can I be?
Can an angel be coldhearted?
How can an angel be so unhappy?
If an angel I am,
it is one of broken wings.
A angel of no grace.

On the healings wings of
a butterfly,
My fear takes flight.
So as not to weigh my
broken wings down.
Now they can open and
freely and fully embrace
the one that is mine.

No more broken wings
for you.
Only sweet wings of an
Angel's Grace.