On The Golden Wings Of Angels Poem by Erik Estabrook

Let it not be taken solemnly, the traps and tragedies of this world,
As she stood, every cell and limb diseased,
Her mind never stopped flowing like a crystal stream,
One cannot falter when they channel the hero underneath,

She rose with footsteps light like she was floating on the embered air,
Humming to a pop song,
It was as if she could ignore it all and just fall gently into ambiguity,

I told myself this day is not for Saints, its not for pure-hearts,
and then she took the day again with her pure smile,
The only bright light in my maniacal memory
Is now flying on the golden wings of angels

She fell like the Phoenix,
Only to rise twice as shimmering bright,

Bravery isn't a bold knight,
Or a President giving a speech,
Its a teenage cancer patient,
Who never ever complains,
Who owns her soul and believes in its flight

It takes uncanny bravery to smile when your muscles are crying
To walk when your legs are stone
To laugh when death is imminent
and to love when your love isn't returned.