Broken Wings

I’m feeling all too human
-Like just born; clear headed
Just waiting on the slap to clear my lungs …
The cutting of the cord from mother – earthbound.
Wings cut, halo broken.
This is what it’s like when angels fall.

One thing sticks, the lack of fear -
I’ll cope, fairly well.
After all, I’m made for this …
Aren’t we all, after a fashion?

Fashioned by the universe’s hands – yet none of us can tell time -
Not to take it’s course …
So awaiting new beg-yuh-a-listen-nuh please jibes …
Or maybe just new beginnings.