Fallen From Grace Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

The wind flows in my ears
My body tingles its way to the center of Gravity
My eyes flow of flying tears
My mouth drying and wetting in instants
My arms and legs stretched out hard
Feathers scattered around the place
Seeming to move in slow motion
The horizon seemingly close to glide to
My wing's frames violated
Leaving me bare and exposed
Minutes away from touch down

Heavens lights closing on me
My brothers flying away into it's obscuring light
My heart screaming of defeat
A war that would only last forever
And yet it's been minutes
Since I have been falling from grace
Leaving down from paradise I called home
My holiness washing off in the vast sea of air,
The sweet smell of heaven,
Disintegrating into the thick heavy inferior air of Earth
And yet my father pains for me not
Watching me falling from his grace
Sinking into exile
Suffocating in the mereness of its smell
Minutes from touch down

I wondered if an angel feels pain when they fall from grace
I wondered if the morning star
Dims when it reaches land
I wondered whether my father would let me touch the filth of this place
I wondered
I wondered
And I wondered

Seconds from touch down
Still swimming freely
Still wondering
Regrets building up in my heart
My light shining dimly
Cursed I will be known of
But to my happiness
I have stopped falling from grace
Now that I have fallen from grace