Angels spreading their wings when they need to be reminded of home
Angels laughing with siblings they’ve found on this new earth
Angels hiding themselves away, ashamed of the things they’ve done
Angels that can’t relate to the others, finding none like them and feeling alone
Angels with glitter for tears, their wings now gone
Angels walking alone, hands in their pockets, just listening to the sounds of this earth
Angels bumping into each other, not knowing they are siblings
Angels falling in love with demons and having to come to terms with that
Angels that once rode high but now feel inferior in their skin
Angels that live happily in their new skin
Angels that start collections of things that remind them or who they were
Angels
