A cardboard angel
In a world on fire.
The truth is buried
Under desire…
To soothe,
To please,
To calm,
To ease…
Cardboard angel
In a thunderstorm.
The truth is present
It doesn’t conform…
Nursing scars
Long since healed,
Flinching from habits
Long ago concealed.
Scared of pain
Not yet felt,
Shivering from blows
Not yet dealt.
I’m a cardboard angel
Now awake and aware…
Stepping into my power,
Stepping out of my lair…
To soothe
To please,
To calm,
To ease…

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