Scarred Angel
By sax angel
Scarred angel standing in the breech wounded by the arrows that are felt but never seen. Bitter, hurtful missiles hurled in anger or in fright. Conscious eye sees not, nor body feels the point. Yet, the angel feels the sting of every poison dart that's thrown. The angel is the buffer to protect the mortal heart driven by the need to protect at any cost. Wounds are healed by time, but still the scars remain. When the attacks are overwhelming and you feel you lack the strength Remember and be thankful for the strong scarred angel s t a n d i n g in the breechInspired by the name of one of the poets here. Scarred angel poet. Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 04:21 AM PST 0 • 12
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"Scarred angel standing in the breech..."