Heroes and Angels

Heroes and Angels
by Lyn Marinello

Sometimes, when the halo slips,
It feels more like a noose
Regardless of how fast we move
We can't shake the negative loose.
And often, in the chaos,
The cape becomes a weight
The struggle for the least relief
Is incredibly innate.
Those feathers in our wings
May seem as though they're clipped
And our core of self-esteem
Feels absolutely stripped.
Occasionally the super powers
Are actually atrocious
And the roar of our inner lion
Is anything but ferocious.

Yet ...

We, each of us, are Heroes
And Angels unaware
Imperfectly perfect, favorably flawed
Beautifully blessed and rare.