Feather

There were angel wings in the window across the road. I never saw
them disappear but

Thought blindly of a single feather on glassy iced water; splayed open
like vibrant petals out of season

My minds grows prickly with thorns and I no longer can open up my heart
to them. I can't sleep I can't breathe

You're not who you say you are. Look behind the mask, and see the
mirror glint. In the end it's not such a clever disguise

Why torment when you can have peace? Why listen when you can close your
ears to God? Why bother trying when you know

You know you're going to get up and try again