By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student
Your wings
were shattered
when our paths crossed.
You had lost all hope,
but your soul was
entrancing.
You had life
beneath your skin,
there was light inside you.
But,
you were unable
to see it.
You set a date to die.
You tried to rip
your wings
off your body
and poison
the golden fire that surged
beneath the surface.
All I could do
was sit
with you,
listen
to your voice as it
broke in a million different places,
and hope that one day
you would see
what I saw.
And, you did.
Pens of the Pandemic 