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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.
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.
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