A Reason For Broken Wings

I'm your imperfect angel,
Sent down from the sky.
To pick you up when you stumble,
To wipe away tears you cry.

I know I must stay strong for you,
And for myself as well.
I will be your heaven,
And not your fiery hell.

And yet there's still an anchor,
That prevents me from being able to soar.
Much as I try to spread my wings
I'm still stuck on the floor.

There must be a reason
Why I cannot ascend,
What is the cause of these broken wings,
That I cannot seem to mend?

Perhaps once we're together,
My wings will be repaired.
Then I will rise high above,
And once again be prepared

To watch over you once more,
To protect you from this pain,
That right now I cannot fight,
But soon I shall again.