Broken tombstones

We are born of emotions, we who have nothing to offer but equity of threads that print words hurtful to those we care deeply.

A mirror reflecting our insecurities
yet we find balance, which tells a story of wings,
ripped from angels that found hopelessness in mending humanity.

There they sat,
where their master had no reason to interfere.
Watching,
as years fades,
with truth they never shared with those trapped between the reality of light and darkness.

A line between light and darkness,
life and death,
truth from lies,
love from hatred.

Nothing and everything,
from which pride and anger connection was birthed.