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Concrete Angel


Set in marbled stone she waits,
a messenger sent from heavens gates;
beauty envisioned in her pallid face,
full of knowing angelic grace.

Her expression is deep, and hard to read,
peaceful, yet sad, like she longs to be freed;
people come to admire her, gazing up to the skies,
they see just a statue, no life behind her eyes.

But a soul does lie there,
trapped behind her set-in-stone stare
she belongs in Heaven, where the angel’s choir sings,
but she’s trapped on earth, unable to fly with heavy concrete wings.

-Britt