Jan 2, 2024
Helpless angel.
A creature of divinity,
Moulded and sculptured for a great purpose.
Not just to occupy space but be a pace setter.
Setting and breaking new grounds.
A shinning light to the world.
A peek into the future and l want in already.
If only l could get this obstruction out of the way,
I sure would fly into the altitude of great success.
Alas! I've become a servant to the master of fear, held strongly by its grip.
# Picture poem challenge