Hands And Wings Poem by Sharron Stephenson

to curl up on the sofa with head in hands
tears flowing down my watering eyes
to cover up the sting on the cheek
lips are slight and open

my body is a mess my arms are cut
my legs are shaking my hair in a pony tail
my mind is wounding left to right
my world has crumbled around the tight shoulders

the sleep i want is never there
the knock one two three
door opens i am not alone

a voice says i am here to help
with the arms are stretched out
i walk into the light of the wings
of love