Fallen Angel

The pain behind those beautiful,shining eyes,
Glimmers behind that warm smile,
The smile she uses to conceal and hide.
Her laugh tinkles through the air,
Like a warm spring rain,
Dancing quietly to the ground,
Yet another mask.
She hides from us all,
Or so she thinks.
She's a beautiful, shimmering beacon of hope and warmth for us all.
Though if you look deep into those marvelous eyes,
You would be able to see that small, broken soul,
In need of exactly what she gives.
If she would let us,
We'd reach out and hold her
hand until she felt brave again.
We would dry her tears with the clouds,
And try,
With all our might,
To give her heart the wings it needs to soar.
If only she would let us.
She is an angel of light, love, and peace,
Though this,
She cannot see.

{This poem was written for and is dedicated to my friend M.F.}

~*~Leilah D. Deaton~*~