Poem: Wings

The time has come for me to be strong.

The time has come for me to move on from this.

I can no longer lift my head and hide my tears.

I can only shield you from all my fears.

Simply put I am no longer your guardian angel.

I am searching for mine.

The bravery I show is never meant to be dull.

I want to hold you tight, but I can barely hold me.

My wings are meant to cherish, as my heart is meant to break.

Yet I always have a smile on my face.

Meanwhile my wings are breaking.

I can no longer help you fly.

Your angel needs their own.

Even an angel wings break sometimes.