before I knew
that angels listened,
I ran frightened through dark
forests and forgotten towns. I was
invisible, and silent, and screaming, and
alone. Closing my eyes to sounds of pain, trying
not to hear visions of people shattering. It chased me,
followed me, lived my life. And I spun broken, until another
lost soul opened up the light. And the spinning me settled.
And listened. And watched. Light drifted in, covered
darkness. I saw songs, heard the glow rise.
And floating, soaring, feeling it all
in its fullness. And they said to
find the broken ones,
and fix them